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.
Bullied Guy Planned a Class Reunion on His Yacht – The Party Was Great until He Pulled out a 10-Year-Old Video
The class reunion on Mark’s yacht seemed like a dream come true until he fired up a video projector. As familiar faces from our past flickered across the screen, I realized this wasn’t a celebration — it was a reckoning, and we were trapped miles from shore.
I stared at the invitation in my hand, feeling a knot in my stomach. Mark, the kid we used to torment in high school, was throwing a class reunion on his yacht. Weird, right? I mean, who even owns a yacht at 28?
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“You going to that thing?” my roommate asked, peering over my shoulder.
“I guess,” I shrugged. “Might as well see how everyone turned out.”
The afternoon of the party, I showed up in my best shirt, trying to look like I had my life together. As I stepped onto the yacht, I whistled. This thing was nicer than my entire apartment.
“Nick! You made it!” Mark’s voice boomed across the deck.
I turned and my jaw dropped. Gone was the chubby, brace-faced kid we used to pick on. In his place stood a confident, fit guy in an expensive suit.
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“Mark? Holy moly, man. You look… different,” I stammered.
He laughed, clapping me on the back. “Amazing what a decade and a few million dollars can do, right?”
As I mingled, I noticed something odd. Only a handful of people from our class were here. Mostly the popular crowd — or should I say, the mean crowd.
Amy, the queen bee, sauntered over. “Can you believe this? Guess karma doesn’t exist after all.”
I forced a smile, but something felt off. Why would Mark invite his former bullies to this swanky party?
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“Nick, my man!” Chris, our old quarterback, stumbled over with a drink in hand. “Can you believe Marky Mark pulled this off? Who’d have thought the little nerd had it in him?”
I winced at his words. “Come on, Chris. That was a long time ago.”
“What? I’m complimenting the guy!” Chris defended, but his tone was still mocking.
As the party went on and we ventured further out to sea, I kept getting flashes of high school. Shoving Mark into lockers. Laughing as he ate lunch alone. God, we were such jerks.
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“Having fun?” A guy with curly hair and glasses appeared next to me.
“Uh, yeah. I’m Nick. You are…?”
“Ben. Mark’s friend from high school.” His tone was cold.
“Oh, cool. I don’t remember you,” I said, trying to be friendly.
Ben’s eyes narrowed. “Yeah, you wouldn’t. I was the only one who was nice to Mark back then.”
Before I could respond, Mark clinked his glass. “Everyone! If I could have your attention please!”
The music faded and Mark moved to the front of the deck. A projector screen lowered behind him.
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“I’m so glad you all could make it today,” he began, a weird smirk on his face. “I thought we could take a little trip down memory lane.”
The screen flickered to life and my blood ran cold. It was us. In high school. Tormenting Mark.
“Oh dear,” Amy whispered beside me.
We watched in horror as scene after scene played out. Us calling Mark names. Pushing him around. Laughing as he cried.
When it ended, Mark just stood there, letting the silence hang heavy.
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“You all remember those days, right?” he finally said. “Well, I haven’t forgotten either.”
Suddenly, the yacht’s engine roared to life. Panic set in as I realized we were moving further away from shore.
“What the hell, Mark?” Chris yelled, his earlier bravado gone.
Mark’s smile never wavered. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you. I just thought you all might enjoy a taste of isolation. Like I did.”
“This is insane,” Sophia cried. “I’m calling the police!”
“Good luck,” Mark chuckled. “No signal out here.” He shrugged off his jacket and held up a cocktail mockingly.
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For the next hour, Mark went person by person, recounting every cruel thing we’d ever done to him. It was excruciating.
“Amy,” he said, turning to her. “Remember when you started that rumor about me having lice? I had to change schools for a month.”
Amy’s face crumpled. “I… I didn’t think…”
“Of course you didn’t,” Mark cut her off. “None of you did.”
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He turned to Chris next. “And you, Mr. Big Shot Quarterback. Remember dunking my head in the toilet every day for a week?”
Chris looked like he might be sick. “Come on, man. That was just locker room stuff…”
“Was it?” Mark’s voice was ice cold. “Because it felt like torture to me.”
“Mark, come on,” Ben said softly. “This isn’t what we talked about.”
Wait, what? Ben was in on this?
“Shut up, Ben,” Mark snapped. “They need to understand.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. “Mark, stop! We get it, okay? What we did was awful. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”
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The yacht fell silent. Mark stared at me, his expression unreadable.
“You’re sorry?” he asked quietly.
I nodded, feeling tears prick my eyes. “We were stupid kids. But that’s no excuse. What we did to you was cruel and you didn’t deserve any of it. I’m sorry, man. I really am.”
For a moment, Mark’s tough facade cracked. He looked… surprised.
“Nick,” he said slowly. “Do you remember the day you stole my clothes during gym class?”
I flinched at the memory. “Yeah. I do.”
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“I had to wear my gym shorts all day. Everyone laughed.”
“I know,” I said, my voice breaking. “It was an awful thing to do. I’ve felt guilty about it for years.”
Mark studied me for a long moment. “You have?”
Amy stepped forward, mascara streaking her cheeks. “I’m sorry too. Wow, I was such a cow back then.”
“We all were,” Sophia added quietly. “Mark, what we did… it was unforgivable.”
One by one, everyone started apologizing. Even Chris, who’d always been the worst, looked ashamed.
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“I… I didn’t expect this,” Mark admitted, his voice shaky.
Ben put a hand on his shoulder. “Maybe it’s time to head back, buddy.”
Mark nodded slowly. “Yeah. Maybe it is.”
We all stood in awkward silence. The sun was just starting to set, painting the sky in pinks and oranges.
“I forgive you,” Mark said quietly. “I just needed you to understand. To remember.”
We nodded, no one quite sure what to say. By this point, we were close to a small island. Someone had popped a bottle of champagne and handed it round in an attempt to break the silence.
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“So,” Chris ventured after a while. “You’re like, some big shot IT guy now?”
Mark chuckled. “Yeah, I guess you could say that. Started my own cybersecurity firm a few years back.”
“That’s awesome, man,” I said sincerely. “You always were the smartest kid in class.”
“Didn’t feel that way back then,” Mark replied, but there was no bitterness in his tone now.
Amy cleared her throat. “Mark? I know we don’t deserve it, but… do you think we could start over? Maybe grab coffee sometime?”
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Mark considered this for a moment. “You know what? I’d like that. All of you,” he added, looking around. “If you want.”
Then, to everyone’s surprise, Mark’s serious expression melted into a grin. “Now that we’ve cleared the air, who’s ready for a real party?” The tension broke like a dam. Cheers erupted as Mark cranked up the music and popped open another bottle of champagne.
“Let’s moor off this little island,” he shouted over the beat. “The night’s still young!”
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As we anchored near a picturesque cove, the party kicked into high gear. But this time, it felt different. Genuine. We weren’t just former classmates pretending to like each other. We were people reconnecting, learning who we’d become.
I found myself in deep conversation with Amy about her struggles as a single mom. Chris opened up about his failed pro career and subsequent depression. Even Ben, once standoffish, shared stories of his and Mark’s friendship over the years.
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As the sun dipped below the horizon, I realized we’d be partying through the night. For the first time, I felt like I was truly getting to know these people. And them, me.
Mark raised his glass for a final toast. “To new beginnings,” he said. We clinked our glasses, no longer trapped by our past, but looking forward to the future.
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