Jaclyn Smith, famous for her role in *Charlie’s Angels*, was married three times before she found true love with Dr. Brad Allen. Together, they faced many challenges, including her fight with cancer, which caused her a lot of worry.
In 1976, ABC launched the iconic show *Charlie’s Angels*, and Jaclyn Smith became a household name. She quickly rose to fame, and her role earned her many awards, including a Golden Globe nomination.
After *Charlie’s Angels*, Jaclyn appeared in many movies and TV shows. However, she wanted more than just a successful career. She dreamed of having a family, being married, and finding true love before starting a family. But finding the right person wasn’t easy for her.
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Jaclyn Smith was married three times before she found the right person, but her past relationships led her to the love of her life. Before becoming famous on *Charlie’s Angels*, she was married to actor Roger Davis from 1968 to 1975.
In 1976, during the time *Charlie’s Angels* was on the air, Jaclyn met her second husband when Dennis Cole guest-starred on the show. They married in 1978, but they separated in 1981. Despite the challenges, Jaclyn remained determined to find true love.
In 1981, Jaclyn married Tony Richmond, a well-known filmmaker. It seemed like she had finally found the right person to start her family. They had two children together: Gaston in 1982 and Spencer Margaret in 1985.
Being a mother became Jaclyn’s main focus. It was much more important than acting or any career. In 2017, she told People:
“The love that you have for your children, it’s like, ‘Oh my God. But this is even bigger — there are no words.”
Sadly, her relationship with their father ended, and they separated in 1989. But the fourth time was the charm. She met Dr. Brad Allen and married him in 1997. Their meeting seemed like something from a movie.
The surgeon, Dr. Brad Allen, had saved her father’s life, and after the surgery, Jaclyn’s mother encouraged him to speak with her. He later walked her to the hospital parking garage so she wouldn’t be alone.
Jaclyn fell in love with him because she saw “a purity of heart” in Allen, as she told *Closer Weekly* in 2014. Now, they are celebrating their 27th anniversary on October 11, and their love has stayed strong, showing that everyone can find the right person if they try enough times.
**Brad Allen: A Great Stepfather and Support During Cancer**
Jaclyn’s most important role is being a mother, and she’s also a grandmother now. But finding the right man meant marrying someone who could love her children, even if he wasn’t their biological father.
Brad Allen was perfect. He became a loving stepfather to Gaston and Spencer. However, their love would face a big test in 2002 that could have ended their relationship.
Jaclyn takes her health seriously and sees her doctors regularly. So, she went for a routine checkup in 2002. The doctor said they needed to do a biopsy on some of her breast tissue.
A biopsy doesn’t always mean something serious, and Jaclyn thought it would be fine. But a few days later, she was busy with errands and preparing for a trip to New York with Spencer, and didn’t expect bad news.
When Jaclyn entered the doctor’s office, she remembered the doctor asking if she “was alone.” Looking back, she said that was the first sign something was wrong. After that, the doctor gave her the news.
Jaclyn had cancer in her left breast. Luckily, it was small, and doctors found it early because she had regular mammograms. Still, hearing she had cancer was scary, and Jaclyn “panicked.”
All Jaclyn could think about was her trip to New York with her daughter, who was going to study dance with Alvin Ailey. Her daughter was still in high school, and Jaclyn was worried about both of them. Her son, who is four years older, was also on her mind.
Luckily, the doctor said her outlook was good, and they could use a gentle approach to treat it. But Jaclyn didn’t want that. She immediately asked for a mastectomy:
“I said right then, ‘Just take my breast off. I don’t want to deal with it.’ I just wanted to get it over with.”
Jaclyn later said she was not thinking clearly at the time. Her fear was too strong, and it guided her decision. That same day, she met with a surgeon. After calming down, she got in her car and called her family.
Both Brad Allen and Jaclyn’s mother didn’t want to believe the news about her cancer at first. But soon, they joined her in Los Angeles when they realized how serious it was. For Jaclyn, the hardest part was how little she knew about breast cancer.
She felt scared and couldn’t sleep, feeling overwhelmed. She was alone at the time and cried every morning during those first few days after hearing the news. “I went to a dark place. But then I read and educated myself,” Jaclyn said.
Luckily, Jaclyn was not alone in this. She had her loved ones to support her, and she also received comfort from her friends. One of her close friends, Kate Jackson, who was her co-star on “Charlie’s Angels,” had gone through breast cancer herself and helped guide her.
Once Jaclyn learned more about her condition, everything seemed clearer. The doctor told her that the cancer hadn’t spread to her lymph nodes, which made the treatment simpler. She wouldn’t need chemotherapy, which had been one of her biggest worries.
Jaclyn decided not to go through with the mastectomy. Instead, she had a lumpectomy and went through eight weeks of radiation after carefully considering her options. During this time, she was still busy with her career, working on her Kmart clothing line and home goods brand.
Jaclyn also appeared in the 2003 movie *Charlie’s Angels: Full Throttle* alongside Drew Barrymore, Cameron Diaz, and Lucy Liu. At the same time, she had a regular role on Craig T. Nelson’s show *The District*. But it wasn’t easy for her.
She explained, “I’d gone off hormones, so I did have some hot flashes. But I had so much love surrounding me, and work really made me feel good about myself too.”
Jaclyn said it was “amazing” how she went from being terrified to educating herself about the situation. In the end, she found the strength to fight for her health. She believes in facing fears head-on, a lesson she often shares with her children.
Most importantly, Jaclyn hopes everyone gets regular checkups because the best way to treat cancer is to catch it early. She shared that her mammogram the year before was perfect, with no signs of any issues. But just one year can make a big difference in your health.
City Woman Tried to Ruin My Life, but Losing Her Memory Changed Everything — Story of the Day
A wealthy stranger showed up uninvited, demanding my farm as if it were hers to take. He dismissed my family’s legacy as worthless. I refused, but his entitled smirk told me this fight was far from over.
The morning air was carrying the faint scent of tilled soil and wildflowers. The farm stretched before me, rolling fields kissed by the rising sun. Every corner whispered a memory: Dad hammering the first fencepost, Mom planting lilacs by the barn.
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Suddenly, a low hum broke the silence. I frowned, tilting my head. The sound grew louder. A car engine. Not a truck or the familiar rattle of my brother Steven’s old sedan. Squinting, I saw a sleek, black car gliding down the dirt road.
“Great,” I muttered under my breath.
Then, the woman appeared. She was tall, elegant, and looked like she’d been dropped off from another planet. Her suit screamed money, and not a single strand of her perfectly styled hair dared move in the breeze.
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“Are you the owner of this farm?” Her voice was the kind that didn’t waste time with pleasantries.
“Yes. Why?”
“I am Sophia. I own the surrounding properties. I’m here to buy yours.”
“It’s not for sale.”
“Not for sale? Once my resort opens, this… farm will be worthless.”
“It’s my family’s land.”
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She scoffed. “Sentimental and stubborn. What a combination. We’re not finished here.”
Her car door slammed, and she drove off, leaving behind a cloud of dust. I stood on the porch, gripping my coffee mug tighter. I felt something coming.
***
The next day, I stepped outside, expecting the quiet start of my usual chores. Instead, chaos greeted me like an unwelcome guest. Chickens darted across the yard, squawking in panic. Goats were hopping over fences like it was some sort of barnyard Olympics.
Who let the animals out?
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Then I saw her. Sophia.
She was perched precariously on a ladder by the barn, her hands busy with one of the old shutters. But her outfit… A sleek black dress and designer heels that had no business being anywhere near a farm.
“What are you doing up there?” I marched closer.
“Improving the aesthetic!” she shot back, not even turning her head.
Suddenly, the ladder wobbled.
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“Sophia…”
Her arms flailed, and for a brief, ridiculous moment, she looked like a very glamorous windmill. Then gravity won. She tumbled to the ground in a heap of expensive fabric.
I rushed over, kneeling beside her. “Are you okay?”
Her eyes fluttered open, but the vacant, confused look in them made my stomach drop.
“Who… are you?” she whispered.
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***
At the hospital, the doctor adjusted his glasses. Sophia sat on the exam table, staring blankly at me. She looked… lost.
The doctor turned to me. “Are you a relative?”
“Oh, no, I’m not…” I started, but then I stopped.
Relative…
I looked at Sophia again, her confusion evident in her distant stare. The doctor was still watching me, waiting for an answer, but my thoughts raced ahead.
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What if I say yes? What if I tell him we are family?
A voice in my head immediately protested. It wasn’t true. It wasn’t right. But then another thought slid in. Maybe that is fate’s way of teaching her something.
The silence stretched, and the doctor raised an eyebrow. “Miss?”
“Yes,” I said. “She’s my sister.”
The words sounded strange, leaving my mouth, but once they were out, I couldn’t take them back.
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Sophia turned to me. “Sister?”
“Yes,” I said quickly, stepping closer. “You’ve been staying with me at the farm with me and Steven.”
She blinked. “I… I don’t remember.”
On the drive back to the farm, I couldn’t help but smile faintly to myself. That was a mess of my own making, no doubt about it. But it was going to be one heck of a ride.
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***
The first morning with Sophia on the farm started with cautious optimism—and spiraled into chaos faster than I could have predicted.
“Okay, Sophia,” I said, handing her a small wooden stool and a pail. “Milking a cow is simple. You just have to…”
“Simple?” she cut in, her voice teetering between disbelief and dread. “Do you see these hands? These nails?”
What followed was a symphony of frustrated groans and a bucket that stayed empty. Sophia finally stood, tossing her hands in the air.
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“This cow hates me. She’s mocking me with her… her smug mooing!”
“Move on to the chickens,” I suggested, hiding a smirk.
She stormed toward the chicken coop, muttering under her breath. Moments later, a screech pierced the air. I ran over to find her flailing her arms as chickens scattered, their wings flapping wildly.
“They’re attacking me!” she shouted, diving behind a bale of hay.
“They’re chickens, not velociraptors. Just grab the eggs and get out.”
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The goats, sensing fresh prey, were next. They circled her like tiny, mischievous sharks, tugging at her scarf and nibbling the hem of her jacket.
By midday, Sophia looked like she’d survived a barnyard apocalypse. Her once-perfect outfit was smeared with dirt, and her hands scratched.
“I can’t do this,” she said, collapsing onto the porch. I saw tears welling up in her eyes. “I’m not made for… whatever this is.”
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“This is your life.”
She shook her head, disbelief etched into her face. Watching her sit there, exhausted and defeated, I felt a twinge of pity, but not for long.
You think you can waltz in, tear this place apart, and reshape it into your vision without understanding it? No.
You’re going to feel what life here is like. You’re going to understand why it’s worth protecting.
***
Steven arrived later that afternoon and quickly jumped in to help.
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“Come on,” he said to Sophia, handing her a pitchfork. “You’ll feel better once you accomplish something. Let’s start with the chicken coop.”
To my surprise, she followed him, earning a reluctant smile from Sophia.
Over the next few days, Steven stuck around, teaching her how to carry hay bales, clean stalls, and wrangle the goats without losing her mind or her scarf.
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By the end of the week, there were small victories. Sophia even cooked breakfast for us one morning. Granted, her pancakes looked more like hockey pucks, but we ate them anyway, laughing until tears streamed down our faces.
***
At the end of the week, I decided Sophia needed a break. Life on the farm had been hard on her, and I figured a little fun might do her some good. We hosted a barbecue, inviting neighbors to join us.
To my surprise, Sophia joined in.
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“This is amazing!” she said, biting into a piece of corn on the cob. “I didn’t know food could taste this fresh.”
I laughed. “Welcome to the real deal.”
A group of kids called out to her as they ran toward the lake. “Sophia, come swim with us!”
“Oh no,” she said, backing away, hands raised. “Swimming is not my thing.”
Steven, carrying a plate of burgers, chimed in. “What’s the matter? Afraid you’ll ruin your makeup?”
“I’m not wearing any!” she shot back, tossing her hair dramatically.
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“Then you’ve got no excuse. Go on, they won’t bite.”
The kids tugged at her hands, and with a resigned laugh, she let them drag her to the water. Minutes later, I saw her wading in, splashing around with the kind of carefree energy I’d never imagined from her.
“Never thought I’d see the day,” Sreven said, shaking his head.
As the evening wore on, Sophia drifted back toward the fire.
“You’ve adjusted pretty well,” Steven said, glancing at her. “I didn’t think you’d last a day out here, to be honest.”
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“Wait..” Sophia said, pulling the blanket tighter around her. “But… I’ve been living here all the time.”
He chuckled. “Oh, yes, I almost forgot that you are… um, my sister.”
As I stood by the fire, listening to their exchange, Steven’s words hit me like a jolt.
A pang of doubt wormed its way into my thoughts. I couldn’t ignore the way Steven looked at her. They had a connection that was undeniably growing, but my lie…
What have I done? How long before the messy truth catches up with me?
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Suddenly, a black car pulled up, and as the woman stepped out, her piercing gaze fixed on Sophia. Whoever she was, she hadn’t driven all the way for nothing.
I felt the tension crackle through the air like an approaching storm. The woman was overdressed as though she were attending a red carpet event instead of stepping onto a farm. Her stiletto heels sank into the dirt with each step, and she paused to examine the ground, wrinkling her nose in open disdain.
“Sophia, we are going home,” she said.
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Sofia looked up from her plate of grilled chicken, her face smudged with dirt.
“What are you wearing? And… what is that on your face?”
I stepped forward. “Ma’am, I think we need to talk.”
Her eyes snapped to me. “I am Sophia’s mother. And who, exactly, are you?”
“I’m the owner of this farm. Sofia’s been staying with me. She lost her memory after an accident…”
“You what?! You’ve been keeping my daughter here?”
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Her shrill accusations echoed across the yard, silencing the neighbors. All eyes turned to us.
“It wasn’t like that. I told her she was family. I thought…”
“You thought?” she spat. “You thought you had the right to lie to my daughter? To keep her here, away from her life, her family? Do you have any idea who she is? This farm is nothing compared to the world she belongs in!”
As if triggered by those words, Sofia stiffened. The warmth in her eyes disappeared, replaced by a cold, distant look.
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She turned to me. “I’ve remembered everything now. You’ve been lying to me.”
By the time she left with her mother that night, it was as if the Sofia we had known on the farm had never existed.
***
The days that followed were unbearably quiet. Her absence filled the house like a heavy shadow. I missed her clumsy attempts at chores, her dry humor, and even her dramatic outbursts. For the first time, the farm felt… empty.
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I found her business card while packing up the belongings she’d left behind. An address in the city stared back at me, daring me to do something.
In a few hours, I arrived at her office and braced myself for rejection. The receptionist informed Sofia of my arrival. Within minutes, she appeared.
To my shock, she hugged me tightly, tears slipping down her cheeks.
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“I’m sorry. For everything. For who I was.”
I pulled back slightly, searching her face. “Why now?”
She smiled faintly. “Because I miss it. The simplicity, the honesty. And most of all, I miss Steven.”
We returned to the farm together. That time, Sofia wasn’t just a visitor. She was family. She and Steven built a life here, one full of love, laughter, and the kind of grounding no luxury resort could ever provide.
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