It’s been almost 35 years since the premiere of Pretty Woman, the film that quickly received the status of a cultural phenomenon.
Featuring Julia Roberts in the role of Vivian Ward, a sex worker who captures the heart of a wealthy businessman, Edward Lewis, played by Richard Gere, the movie continues to captivate audiences with its charm.
Pretty Woman, which elevated Roberts into the Hollywood’s A list and earned her an Oscar nomination, challenged the way people saw romantic comedies.
Some of the most memorable scenes, like the main character’s shopping spree and the lines, “Big mistake. Huge,” turned it into a beloved classic.
Recently, Gere joined host Scott Feinberg on his Awards Chatter podcast and revealed interesting details about the film and staring alongside Roberts.
“Let me be clear, I really like the movie,” Gere said. “Initially, I didn’t understand it. There was no character. So I read this thing and I said, ‘It’s not for me. To me it’s a suit that’s there in the movie.’
“I wouldn’t mind seeing the movie,” he recalled saying. “But I don’t see myself doing this.”
Eventually, it was Roberts who convinced him to accept the role after she took a post-it off of his desk and wrote, “Please say yes” on it.
The movie’s blooper reel reveals untold details about the actors and offers a glimpse of some awkward but adorable moments and unanticipated errors.
One specifically unforgettable “mistake” shows Roberts struggling to stop giggling while shooting an important scene. This makes Gere start laughing as well, both sharing a moment of genuine connection, which contributed to the status of a classic of Pretty Woman.
A necklace for the movie cost $250,000 and a security guard from the jewelry store watched over it during production. As of Roberts’ famous red coat, it was obtained by the director shortly before the shooting.
For more fun facts on Pretty Woman check out the video below.
We truly can’t imagine anyone other than Roberts and Gere playing the lead roles.
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“Stage four cancer… just weeks to live…” These words echoed in my head as my world turned upside down. My husband was dying. The diagnosis was dull. I was crushed.
When we saw Dr. Matthews about Eric’s condition, his face said it all. I knew something was terribly wrong. And that’s when he told us that Eric had stage four cancer and only weeks to live.
The news hit us like a ton of bricks.
Eric needed to stay at the hospital, and in the days to come, I spent most of my time there, being supportive and assuring him everything was going to be alright.
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I cried my heart out at the thought that Eric could leave this world, but the doctor told me I should be prepared for the worse.
As I was pacing the hospital halls, I felt like I needed some fresh air so I went out and found myself sitting on one of the benches. And that’s when SHE appeared, a nurse in her late 40s. Wearing navy scrubs and shoes worn by someone who spent long hours on their feet, she sat next to me.
“Set up a camera in his ward,” she whispered. “He’s not dying.”
“What!?” I yelled. “What are you talking about?”
“Just do what I say, you deserve to know the truth.”
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And then she was gone.
Her words planted the seed of suspicion in me. I was torn between trusting my husband or violating his privacy. Eventually, I convinced myself that if there was any truth behind the words of that nurse, I deserved to know it.
That evening, as I was typing my credit card number and pressed “order,” my hands trembled. Once I purchased the tiny camera, I caught myself whispering “I’m sorry,” not aware who I was apologizing to, Eric or myself.
Two days later, when Eric was scheduled for a CT scan, I went into his hospital room and set up the tiny camera.
Not knowing what to expect, I played the footage the following morning.
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What I saw broke me. A woman wearing a sleek leather coat entered Eric’s room and he jumped out of his bed. The pain that he described as unbearable seemed to have vanished the moment he saw that woman.
They hugged and kissed, and their body language was intimate and familiar. Sadly, I couldn’t hear what they were saying, I just saw her handing him some papers that he placed under his mattress.
All that time I believed my husband was dying, he was seeing someone else behind my back, someone with whom he was obviously planning something big.
I knew I needed solid proof of whatever Eric and that woman were doing, so the following night, I stayed at the hospital without him knowing.
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Around 9 pm, the woman came again. She walked through the hallways as though she owned the place. Confident and unbothered. Once she entered the room, I stood by the door and listened. What I heard was the ultimate betrayal. Something I would never expect from the man I was married to for 15 long years.
It turned out their plan was to fake his death, and once he was declared dead, the insurance money would be transferred offshore.
“This was too easy,” Eric said. “You should have seen my wife today. She’s already planning my funeral. So concerned and loving, I almost feel sorry for her, poor thing,” Eric said through laughter. “And I have to admit, Dr. Matthews played his part well, although his fake diagnosis cost me a little fortune.”
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I was heartbroken. The cruelty of Eric’s words cut deeper than a blade.
Luckily, I caught their conversation on my phone, ready to share it with the world.
The following day, I called everyone I knew, family members, colleagues, friends. I told them Eric’s condition worsened and he wanted everyone at the hospital, to see them for one last time. Then, I went to him and waited. As those people I called started arriving one by one, Eric could sense something wasn’t right.
His face went pale, because he could sense his plan could crumble.
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Once I made sure everyone was there, I said, “Before you say your final goodbyes, there is something I want you to know about Eric.”
He looked at me in confusion. “Diana, what are you doing, what is going on?”
I didn’t bother to answer. I just played the recording.
Shocked, his family and friends started murmuring in disbelief. His mom started crying. “Oh, Eric, how could you do this to us? To your wife?”
She was so shocked and so disappointed in her son, that she almost collapsed.
“Don’t worry, honey,” I said. “The police are on their way.”
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At that moment, I spotted Eric’s mistress. When she realized something odd was going on, she tried to run away, but she didn’t even got to the elevator before she got arrested alongside my husband who I thought was dying, and Dr. Matthews.
I filed for divorce the following day, glad I hadn’t fallen victim to my cruel husband who convinced me he was dying.
Relieved, I returned to the bench in front of the hospital. After some time, the nurse who saved me from being betrayed showed up. I thanked her for warning me about Eric and she explained that she overheard him speaking to his mistress during a night shift.
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“You saved me from a different kind of grief,” I said.
Losing my husband, not to cancer, but to his lies, felt like the best thing that has ever happened to me.
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Meghan Markle’s father, Thomas, used to represent a vital figure in the life of the Duchess of Sussex, but their relationship became strained in recent years.
In the past, theformer actress revealed that her love for the film, and especially the theater, was born because of her dad who used to take her on the set of the many movies and series he worked on as a lighting director and director of photography.
Thomas Markle during an interview. | Source: YouTube.com/60MinutesAU
“Every day after school for 10 years, I was on the set of Married, with Children, which is a really funny and perverse place for a little girl in a Catholic school uniform to grow up,” she told Esquire.
“There were a lot of times my dad would say, ‘Meg, why don’t you go and help with the craft services room over there? This is just a little off-color for your 11-year-old eyes,’” she said of the days when she and her dad were getting along just perfectly.
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Although she was familiar with how the industry worked, Meghan reportedly never wanted her story to be a cliché and she refused to be known as the L.A. girl who dreamed of becoming an actress. So, she attended the Northwestern University where she studied communication. Later on, she moved to Illinois to double-major in both theater and international relations at the prestigious Evanston school.
Prince Harry and Meghan Markle on November 27, 2017, in London, England. | Source: Getty Images
Their relationship changed shortly before Meghan tied the knot to Prince Harry, and it remains broken until this very day.
Meghan Markle’s father staged photographs with the paparazzi that showed him preparing for the upcoming wedding. He was “incidentally” caught reading about Britain and getting a suit for his daughter’s big day.
Following this, he experienced heart problems that prevented him to attend the wedding.
Around two months after the wedding, he spoke about the Royal family, referring to it as a “cult,” which angered Meghan even further.
King Charles III walking Meghan Markle down the aisle in St. George’s Chapel on May 19, 2018 in Windsor, England. | Source: Getty Images
Because of the ongoing rift, Thomas has never met his grandchildren, Prince Archie and Princess Lilibet. What’s most, he only learnt of the birth of Lilibet Diana through the media.
According to him, when his health declined in 2022, neither Meghan nor Harry contacted him.
Thomas Markle during an interview. | Source: YouTube/GoodMorningBritain
Whether Meghan Markle’s father would be part of her life again is something we are yet to witness.
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Nancy stood under a gray, overcast sky, the smell of damp earth hanging in the air as she took one final glance at the burial plot. The funeral service for her husband, Patrick, had just wrapped up moments ago, but the guests were already starting to scatter—moving away in small, hushed groups, exchanging condolences that seemed to fall short of what was needed. At her husband’s funeral, Nancy tried to grasp the unimaginable: Patrick was gone. The casket being lowered into the earth felt like a cruel joke, but the reality was too harsh to deny. For over two decades, he had been her steadfast partner. How could she possibly move on without him?
A Shocking Revelation
As Nancy lingered at the gravesite, an older woman with tired eyes stepped forward, cradling a baby wrapped in a pastel blanket. The woman’s presence felt almost intrusive, yet her trembling voice made Nancy pause.
“Are you Nancy?” the woman asked.
Nancy nodded cautiously. Her mind raced with questions. At her husband’s funeral, this stranger’s presence was baffling. Then came the revelation: the baby the woman held was Patrick’s child. The words struck like thunder, leaving Nancy reeling. Patrick, her loving husband, had fathered a child with another woman. How could this be true?
The Unmistakable Birthmark
Nancy’s shock deepened as she noticed a uniquely shaped birthmark on the baby’s neck—eerily similar to one Patrick had on his shoulder. This small detail shook her resolve, and doubts began to creep in. Could her husband, the man she had trusted for over twenty years, truly have led a double life?
Still in denial, Nancy decided to uncover the truth. She retrieved Patrick’s hairbrush, knowing it held strands of his hair, and took the baby to a nearby hospital for a paternity test. The wait was agonizing, her mind swirling with questions and emotions. When the results came back, they confirmed her worst fears: Patrick was indeed the father.
Uncovering the Past
Nancy’s search for answers led her to Amanda, the woman who had revealed the child’s existence. Amanda explained that the baby’s mother, Emma, had recently passed away from heart failure. Emma, it turned out, had been Patrick’s first love—a relationship Nancy had unknowingly sabotaged years ago by fabricating a pregnancy to keep Patrick by her side.
Now, both Patrick and Emma were gone, leaving Nancy with a child born out of a love that predated her marriage. The weight of her own past actions mixed with the pain of Patrick’s betrayal, creating a storm of guilt, anger, and sorrow.
A Decision to Forgive
Initially, Nancy couldn’t bear the thought of raising the child who symbolized her husband’s deception. However, as she spent more time with the baby, her perspective began to shift. The child, innocent in all of this, needed love and care. Nancy decided to name her Cara, honoring the life Emma and Patrick had shared.
A New Beginning
Over the following months, Nancy worked through the complexities of guardianship and officially adopted Cara. While the journey was not easy, Cara brought unexpected joy into Nancy’s life. She rediscovered the beauty of motherhood and began to heal from the wounds of betrayal.
When Cara turned sixteen, Nancy felt it was time to share the full story of her origins. Bracing herself for anger and rejection, she explained everything: Patrick’s love for Emma, her own role in their separation, and the events that had led Cara into her life. Instead of anger, Cara responded with understanding.
“You raised me,” Cara said softly. “You’ve always been there for me. Nothing will ever change that.”
Healing Through Love
Nancy cried as she embraced her daughter. In Cara’s forgiveness, she found redemption for her own past mistakes and a chance to move forward. The child, born from secrecy and pain, had become the source of Nancy’s healing and hope.
Though the scars of betrayal remained, Nancy chose to focus on the future she and Cara would build together. At her husband’s funeral, Nancy had faced a devastating truth, but through forgiveness and resilience, she found a way to create a family built on love and honesty.
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Just as I was about to say “I do,” my dad interrupted my wedding with a thunderous shout: “The wedding is canceled!” His words reverberated through the church, leaving everyone stunned. What followed turned what should have been the happiest day of my life into a moment of heartbreak and betrayal I’ll never forget.
A Fairytale Beginning
The day began like something out of a dream. Gentle sunlight streamed through the church windows as I prepared to walk down the aisle. My best friend Julie, acting as my maid of honor, adjusted my veil and assured me I looked radiant. I was filled with excitement and hope for the life I was about to begin with Luke, the man I thought was my soulmate.
Luke and I had met eight months earlier at a charity gala. He swept me off my feet with his charm, kindness, and attentiveness. After years of self-doubt, Luke made me feel seen and cherished despite the challenges I faced due to my spinal condition. I believed I had finally found my happily ever after.
A Shocking Revelation
As I made my way down the aisle in my wheelchair, my father, Edward, walked beside me, whispering words of encouragement. Everything seemed perfect—until my dad interrupted my wedding just as Luke was about to say his vows. With a booming voice, he declared that the wedding could not proceed because Luke was deceiving me.
The church fell silent as my dad revealed he had hired a private investigator. The investigator discovered that Luke had a history of conning women into relationships to steal their money. He had faked his identity and even pretended to share my disability to win my trust. My dad, determined to protect me, presented proof of Luke’s lies to everyone in attendance.
The Truth Exposed
My dad’s final act to expose Luke was dramatic. He splashed water on Luke’s feet, revealing that Luke could stand and walk perfectly fine.
The wheelchair he had used throughout our relationship was nothing more than a prop to manipulate me. I felt a wave of betrayal crash over me as Luke stumbled to explain, but his lies were undeniable. Moments later, police officers entered the church and arrested him for fraud.
Finding Strength in Family
That evening, as I sat alone in my wedding gown, my dad came to my room. He apologized for interrupting my wedding but reassured me that he had done it to protect me. His unwavering support became my source of strength as I started to heal from the heartbreak. My dad interrupted my wedding to save me from a life built on lies, and while it was devastating in the moment, I eventually came to realize how much he cared.
In the weeks that followed, I focused on rebuilding my life. My dad and I grew closer, our bond strengthened by his unwavering love and determination to shield me from harm. Although the scars from that day remain, I now understand that I deserve a love that is genuine and true—one that cannot be fabricated.
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A mom sold her stroller out of sheer desperation, trading a cherished family item for just enough money to feed her kids for another week. For Anne, every decision weighed heavily on her heart, especially as she prepared to welcome her fourth child. Little did she know, this selfless act would lead to an incredible turn of events—one that would redefine her understanding of family and resilience.
A Difficult Sacrifice: Selling the Stroller
The decision wasn’t an easy one. A mom sold her stroller, not because she wanted to, but because she had no other option. The vintage rose-patterned stroller, used for all her children and intended for her unborn baby, was one of the last valuable items in her home. It had been with the family for decades and held deep sentimental value. But faced with an empty pantry and three children depending on her, Anne had no choice. She accepted just $50 from a flea market dealer, her heart breaking as she handed it over. To her, it felt like she was giving away a piece of her family’s history.
An Unexpected Return: The Stroller Comes Back
Two days later, Anne opened her front door and froze. The same stroller sat on her porch, as if it had found its way home. Inside, she discovered an envelope with a note: “Please call me,” along with a phone number. Anne’s confusion quickly turned to curiosity as she dialed the number. What followed was a revelation she never expected.
Grace’s Story: A Shared Betrayal
The call led Anne to Grace, a young woman who had unknowingly bought the stroller at the flea market. Grace explained that she had purchased it as a gift for Derek, excited to share news of her pregnancy. However, when Derek saw the stroller, he lashed out in anger, revealing his connection to Anne and her children. Feeling betrayed and abandoned, Grace turned to Anne, hoping to make things right. The two women discovered that they had both been misled by the same man—and now faced similar struggles as single mothers.
Finding Strength Together
What began as a painful confrontation turned into an opportunity for healing. Grace shared her struggles: she had no family nearby, no stable home, and was uncertain about her future. Anne, despite her own challenges, saw an opportunity for them to support each other. Together, they decided to join forces. Grace moved in to help care for Anne’s children, enabling Anne to take on a full-time managerial role at the grocery store. In return, Anne offered Grace a safe place to prepare for her baby’s arrival.
A New Kind of Family
Their partnership quickly grew into something more. With Grace’s help, Anne found the stability she had longed for, while Grace discovered the support she desperately needed. Together, they created a home filled with love, laughter, and mutual respect. When Anne’s baby was born, Grace was by her side, offering comfort and encouragement. Months later, Anne returned the favor, supporting Grace through her own delivery. Their bond strengthened, forming a family united not by blood but by shared challenges and triumphs.
Turning Despair into Hope
Over time, Derek attempted to reinsert himself into Anne’s life, but she firmly closed the door on the past. She had built something far stronger with Grace—a family rooted in trust and resilience. A mom sold her stroller, thinking she was losing something precious, but she gained something even more valuable: an unshakable partnership and a renewed sense of hope.
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It’s not every day that a small, heartfelt gift can lead to a significant lesson about respect and gratitude. However, this was exactly what happened in our family when my wife’s knitted sweaters—meticulously crafted with love and care—ended up in a thrift store. It broke her heart, but it also gave me an opportunity to teach our grandchildren an unforgettable lesson.
The Tradition of Grandma’s Hand-Knitted Gifts
For years, my wife Jenny, the gentle heart of our family, has poured her time and love into creating handmade gifts for our grandchildren. My wife’s knitted sweaters have become a cherished tradition, given on birthdays, Christmas, and other special occasions. Each piece is a labor of love, carefully designed and crafted to suit each grandchild’s personality and style.
Jenny’s devotion to this tradition made it all the more painful when we stumbled upon her creations at a thrift store. Seeing those lovingly crafted sweaters discarded like old, unwanted rags struck a deep emotional chord for her—and for me.
A Heartbreaking Discovery
The day we found my wife’s knitted sweaters on a thrift store rack was one I’ll never forget. Jenny’s face fell as she recognized the striped blue and grey sweater she had knit for our oldest granddaughter just last Christmas. Her attempt to mask the hurt with a faint smile only deepened my resolve to address the situation. That evening, I went back to the store, purchased every single sweater, and began planning a lesson our grandchildren wouldn’t forget.
Teaching Gratitude and Respect
Rather than simply scolding them or grounding them, I decided to show our grandchildren the effort it takes to make something by hand. I sent each of them a package containing yarn, knitting needles, and instructions, along with a photo of the original sweater and a note: “If you believe these gifts are worthless, try making one yourself.”
In the days that followed, the response was a mix of embarrassment and sincere apologies. Some called to admit they hadn’t realized the time and effort involved, while others remained silent, likely reflecting on their actions. Finally, at our next family dinner, the grandchildren arrived wearing their own knitting attempts—lumpy sweaters, uneven scarves, and all. Despite their humorous imperfections, these efforts symbolized a newfound appreciation for my wife’s knitted sweaters.
A Lesson That Strengthened Bonds
That evening, the laughter, apologies, and heartfelt promises to cherish Grandma’s gifts turned a painful experience into a moment of growth. I revealed the original sweaters I had rescued from the thrift store, and the children eagerly swapped their creations for Jenny’s flawless designs. In the end, the family grew closer, and the grandchildren gained a deeper understanding of the love and effort behind every stitch of my wife’s knitted sweaters.
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The birth of my twin daughters was supposed to be the luckiest day of my life. After years of struggling to conceive, holding my babies in my arms felt like a dream come true. But then, that dream turned into a nightmare when my husband accused me of cheating.
The moment my bundles of joy were welcomed into the world, I took a photo of them and sent it to my husband, Mark, the man I believed was the most wonderful person there was. I felt lucky he was the father of my children, or least, I thought so, until he revealed his true face.
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Entering the hospital room, Mark was fuming. “What is this Lindsay?” he asked, and I was totally unaware of what he was talking about.
“Mark, is everything okay?”
“Of course it’s not. These can’t be my kids. Did you cheat on me?” he asked as I could hear his voice breaking. “You tricked me, Lindsay. You didn’t tell me you were carrying girls.”
“Mark, why does that matter? They are beautiful and they are perfectly healthy,” I said, still confused by his words and his ridiculous behavior.
“This isn’t what I wanted. I needed boys so they could carry on a legacy and my name.”
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As he uttered those words, my heart crushed into a million pieces. I looked at my girls who were sleeping peacefully, unaware that their father rejected them.
At that moment, I was looking at a man I didn’t recognize. Mark never acted like that before, not once.
I tried to calm down, hoping it was just an initial reaction triggered by overwhelming emotions and a state of confusion. But Mark was getting angrier. After pacing up and down the room, clenching and unclenching his hands in frustration, he left and slammed the door.
During my hospital stay, I hadn’t heard from Mark again. He never called and never answered any of my messages. Unaware of what to do next, I took my twin daughters and went to my parents’ place.
Midjourney
A couple of days passed by and there was still no trace of my children’s father. But then, I received a voice message from my mother-in-law, Sharon. She was a stern woman, and I knew she could help me convince Mark to come to his senses.
But the moment I heard the message, I realized things were worse than I anticipated. Sharon also accused me of cheating and of betraying her son for not giving him boys.
I felt like a failure. But then I looked at my girls and I knew I needed to be strong for them. As long as they were by my side, nothing could break me.
During the long nights, amid feeding my twin daughters and changing their diapers, I also made promises I wasn’t sure I could keep. “Mommy’s here, everything is going to be alright,” I’d whisper. But was it?
Since Mark was no longer around, I contacted my lawyer. “With his abandonment, we have a strong case,” he said, giving me a glimpse of hope. “Full custody. Child support. We’ll take care of visitation on your terms.”
Weeks turned into months, and I learned how to live without Mark.
I created a new social media profile where I shared my girls’ milestones. Family and friends shared my posts and commented on my photos, and everything I posted hid an undeniable truth – that my girls’ father was absent from their lives.
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Eventually, I divorced him but didn’t let him off the hook – no matter how much he didn’t want to, he needed to take responsibility of being a father.
Then came Sharon’s final message. It could be an apology and a wish to be part of her granddaughters’ lives, or it could easily be yet another insult. But I deleted it without reading it, so I guess I’ll never find out.
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