One of Hollywood’s longest lasting couples, Hugh Jackman, 54, and Deborra-Lee Jackman, 67, shocked audiences when they shared the news that they are going their separate ways. The duo, who share 2 children, have been together for half their lives and the reason for their soon-to-come divorce has been revealed, and it’s nothing like what people expected.
Hugh and Deborra-Lee met in 1995.
Hugh Jackman and Deborra-Lee Furness met on the set of the Australian TV series Correlli in 1995, on the first day of the actor’s first job after drama school.
“She was a big star. Everyone loved Deb. I get picked up by the car and Deb is in the front seat of the car. I get in the backseat. She had sunglasses on, she took off her seatbelt, turned around and said ‘Hi, I’m Deborra-Lee Furness, nice to meet you.’ and I remember thinking, ‘I like this girl’.”
6 weeks into filming, Jackman noticed a man courting Deborra-Lee, and he thought “that man has a crush on her”. That’s when he realized he was actually jealous of the man, and he had a crush on her himself. A few days later, after not talking to her for one week, he confessed his feelings and to his surprise, she reciprocated; she told him she was also crushing on him and that’s how their love story began.
After 11 months of dating, Hugh and Deborra-Lee tied the knot.
Over the following years, the couple struggled with infertility and experienced many failed IVF attempts and sadly, multiple miscarriages, all of which were “particularly difficult on Deb,” Jackman shared. Becoming parents was always their plan, Jackman shared, “We thought we’d have a kid or two biologically and then adopt. But when we decided we’d had enough of IVF, we went ahead with adoption.”
In 2000, they adopted their eldest son, Oscar, now 23 years old, and their daughter Ava, in 2005, who recently turned 18.
Hugh Jackman and Deborra-Lee had a happy life together.
The two never missed a moment to show each other and the world how much they mean to each other. Every single year Jackman honored his wife by publicly sharing how much he loves her and fans always admired and gushed over the outpour of love.
In April 2023, on their 27th and last wedding anniversary, Jackman shared a loving tribute to his wife, stating, “27 YEARS! I love you so much, and together we have created a beautiful family. And life. Your laughter, your spirit, generosity, humor, cheekiness, courage, loyalty is an incredible gift to me. I love you with all my heart.”
Just a few months later, one of Hollywood’s most loved duos announced their separation.
In a joint statement, Hugh Jackman and Deborra-Lee announced, “We have been blessed to share almost 3 decades together as husband and wife in a wonderful, loving marriage. Our journey now is shifting, and we have decided to separate to pursue our individual growth.
Our family has been and always will be our highest priority. We undertake this next chapter with gratitude, love, and kindness. We greatly appreciate your understanding in respecting our privacy as our family navigates this transition in all of our lives.”
2023 brought many Hollywood couples to a stop, with many celebrities divorcing after years spent together. Another recent divorce was Joe Jonas and Sophie Turner’s and their reason, although different than the ex-Jackmans’, is equally devastating.
Roofer Discovered a Secret Stash Hidden in the Chimney of an Elderly Poor Woman
After decades of quiet dignity in her crumbling Victorian home, elderly Nancy reluctantly accepts help from a local roofer. But his discovery in her childhood home’s chimney forces her to confront a painful family legacy she’s kept hidden since her father’s tragic downfall.
I never meant to be the neighborhood’s guardian angel. That title came later, after everything that happened with the roof and what we found inside it. It’s funny how life works — sometimes the biggest changes come right when you think you’ve got nothing left to give.
A woman sitting on her porch | Source: Midjourney
My Victorian house on Maple Street was something special back when Daddy was alive. These days, the paint peels like sunburned skin, and the porch sags like tired shoulders.
But it’s home and has been since 1952, when Daddy first moved us in, proud as a peacock in his Sunday best.
“Nancy,” he’d say, adjusting his bow tie in the beveled glass of our front door, “remember that integrity is worth more than gold.”
A man looking in a mirror | Source: Midjourney
I’d nod, not really understanding what he meant. Not then, anyway.
The house had seen better days, just like I had. After my divorce from Thomas (“It’s not you, Nancy, it’s just… there’s someone else”) I threw myself into maintaining the place. But time has a way of wearing everything down, even determination.
Mrs. Chen from next door would sometimes bring me dumplings, worry etched on her face. “You work too hard, Nancy. Let your children help.”
A woman holding a plate of dumplings | Source: Midjourney
“No children to help,” I’d reply with a practiced smile. “Just me and the house now.”
That always earned me an extra portion of dumplings and a concerned pat on the hand.
The winter rains came early that year, finding every crack in my old roof. I stood in the kitchen, watching water drip into a collection of mixing bowls and pots, each ping like a tiny hammer on my pride.
“This just won’t do,” I muttered to myself.
A woman staring worriedly at containers filled with water | Source: Midjourney
These days, I talked to myself more often than not. Living alone will do that to you, especially after 72 years of life and one failed marriage that I try not to think about anymore.
Robert noticed me fussing with those pots one morning. He lived three doors down and had a roofing business that kept him busy enough. I’d watch him sometimes, heading out early in his white truck, tools rattling in the back.
“Ms. Nancy,” he called out, crossing my lawn. “Couldn’t help but notice you’ve got yourself a problem up there.”
A man staring up at an old house | Source: Midjourney
I straightened my cardigan, trying to look more put-together than I felt. “Oh, it’s nothing serious, Robert. Just a few drips here and there.”
He squinted up at my roof, hands on his hips. “Those ‘few drips’ are gonna turn into bigger problems if we don’t fix them. Let me help.”
“I couldn’t possibly—”
“No charge,” he interrupted, holding up a calloused hand.
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“Consider it payback for all those times you watched my kids when Sarah was sick.”
My throat tightened. “Truly, Robert? The cookies I baked them were payment enough?”
“Those chocolate chip cookies might’ve been worth their weight in gold,” he chuckled, “but this is different. Not every service comes with a price tag. Remember when Tommy had the flu, and you stayed up all night with him?”
I did remember.
A thoughtful woman | Source: Midjourney
Tommy had been so small then, burning with fever. Sarah was in the hospital herself, and Robert looked ready to collapse from worry.
“Ms. Nancy,” he said, his voice gentle but firm, “sometimes you gotta let people help you, the same way you’ve been helping folks around here for years.”
I wanted to argue, but the ping of another drip in my kitchen made the decision for me. “Well, if you’re sure it’s no trouble…”
A resigned woman | Source: Midjourney
The next morning, Robert showed up with his ladder and tools. The neighborhood kids gathered to watch him work, and I shooed them away with promises of fresh-baked cookies later.
“My daddy says you’re the nicest lady on the street,” little Maria Martinez declared, her braids bouncing as she skipped.
“Your daddy’s too kind,” I replied, but her words warmed something inside me that the years had chilled.
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I watched from below as Robert moved across my roof with the sure-footedness of someone who’d done this a thousand times before. The morning sun caught his tools, sending brief flashes of light across the yard like morse code.
“Everything okay up there?” I called out when he went quiet for too long.
“Just checking your chimney,” he shouted back. “Wait a minute… there’s something—”
The sound of brick scraping against brick made me wince. Then silence.
A woman looking up at the roof of an old house | Source: Midjourney
Soft sounds echoed down from the roof but still Robert said nothing. I was starting to grow concerned when his voice carried down.
“Ms. Nancy?” Robert’s voice had changed, gotten tighter somehow. “I think you better see this.”
He climbed down carefully, clutching something against his chest. I couldn’t make out what it was until he reached the bottom of the ladder and turned to face me. In his hands was a leather bag, dark with age and dust.
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My heart skipped a beat. I hadn’t seen it in years, but I recognized it immediately. I knew what was inside it, too, but I let him show me, anyway.
Gold coins glinted in the sunlight, Mama’s old jewelry sparkled, and the diamonds Daddy had invested in before everything went wrong shone like fresh snow.
Robert’s hands shook slightly. “This must be worth a fortune.”
I watched his face carefully and saw the war playing out behind his eyes.
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He had three kids at home, a mortgage to pay, and dreams he’d put on hold to keep food on the table. That bag held enough to change everything for him.
“I…” he started, then swallowed hard. “This belongs to you, Ms. Nancy. It’s your house, your family’s…”
I placed my hand over his. “You’re a good man, Robert Miller. Just like my daddy was.”
His eyes met mine, confused. “You knew about this?”
A man holding a leather bag | Source: Midjourney
I nodded, leading him to my porch swing. “Daddy hid it there before he died. He said his business partners were getting greedy, and that something didn’t feel right. He was proven right a month later when they forced him out of his own company.”
“But why didn’t you ever use it? All these years, struggling…”
I smiled, watching Mrs. Peterson’s kids playing hopscotch across the street. “Because Daddy also taught me that money isn’t what makes a life worth living. I chose to be rich in other ways.”
A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney
“Like what?” Robert asked softly, the bag heavy in his lap.
“Like Tommy’s first smile after his fever broke. Like Maria’s mother learning English in my kitchen over coffee, and watching Sarah recover and knowing I helped, even just a little.” I patted his hand. “Like having neighbors who notice when my roof leaks.”
Robert sat quietly for a moment. “I guess I can see where you’re coming from. But you can’t just leave this sitting in your chimney, Ms. Nancy. What do you want to do with it?”
A man sitting on a porch swing | Source: Midjourney
“I think,” I said slowly, “it’s time to put this money to work. The way Daddy would have wanted.”
Over the next few weeks, Robert helped me sell everything, and I distributed it among the families in my neighborhood. The Martinez family got enough to send their oldest to college.
“But Ms. Nancy,” Mrs. Martinez protested, tears in her eyes, “this is too much!”
“Education was everything to my father,” I told her. “Let’s honor that.”
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The Wilsons finally got their roof fixed, too. The community center got new computers, and the playground got that safety surfacing it had needed for years. Each gift came with a story about my father, about integrity, and about community.
“You have to take some,” I insisted to Robert when it was almost gone. “For your honesty, if nothing else.”
He tried to refuse, but I wouldn’t hear of it.
An emotional man | Source: Midjourney
“Your integrity is worth more than gold,” I told him, “but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be rewarded for it.”
The neighborhood changed after that. Not in big ways — the houses were still old, and the streets still needed repair. But there was something different in the air, something that felt like hope.
One evening, as I sat on my porch watching the sunset, little Amy ran up with a handful of dandelions.
A girl holding a posy of dandelions | Source: Midjourney
“These are for you,” she said, thrusting them into my hands. “Mommy says you’re our guardian angel.”
I laughed, tucking one of the yellow flowers behind her ear. “No, sweetheart. I’m just someone who learned that the real treasure isn’t what you keep — it’s what you give away.”
“Like your cookies?” she asked seriously.
“Like my cookies,” I agreed. “And like the love that goes into making them.”
A smiling woman standing in front of her house | Source: Midjourney
As I watched her skip back home, I thought about Daddy and his lessons about integrity, Robert and his choice to be honest, and all the ways wealth can be measured.
Here’s another story: My new neighbor was making my life hell between his dawn wood chopping and that destructive dog. We were on the verge of an all-out war when his seven-year-old daughter showed up crying on my doorstep with a desperate plea for help.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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