On my 35th birthday, my husband handed me the keys to a brand-new car. It should have been a dream come true, but instead, it became the beginning of a nightmare I never saw coming.
I don’t think I’ll ever forget the way Roy’s face lit up when he handed me the tiny black key. It was my 35th birthday, and I was expecting something small—a dinner, maybe a bouquet.
Instead, he stood there in the driveway with a ridiculous grin, a shiny yellow car behind him, and a bow on the hood so big it looked like it belonged on a Christmas commercial.
Man presenting a car as a birthday gift to his wife | Source: Midjourney
“Happy birthday, babe,” he said, placing the key in my hand like it was a treasure.
I blinked, staring at the car like it might vanish if I looked away. “Roy… is this real? Is it mine?” My voice trembled, half from excitement and half from disbelief.
“All yours,” he confirmed, slipping an arm around my waist. “No more running for the bus in the rain or carrying three bags of groceries on foot. You deserve this.”
Tears pricked my eyes, and I wrapped my arms around him. “Thank you! This is—this is amazing!”
Couple hugging next to a brand new car | Source: Midjourney
But as I hugged him, a small, nagging thought pushed its way into my mind. We were a one-car family, living comfortably but not extravagantly. Roy had been putting in long hours at work lately, but even with overtime…
“Wait,” I said, pulling back to study his face. “How could we afford this? Did you get a bonus or something?”
He hesitated. It was subtle, just a fraction of a second too long, but I caught it. “You don’t need to worry about that,” he said lightly. “I’ve got it covered.”
The warmth in my chest dimmed, replaced by a chill of unease. Something wasn’t adding up.
A couple having an intimate moment | Source: Midjourney
“Roy,” I pressed, “where did the money come from?”
He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Let’s not ruin your birthday with talk about finances, okay?”
I laughed nervously, but my stomach twisted. This was supposed to be the happiest moment of my day, maybe my year.
So why did it feel like the start of a mystery I wasn’t sure I wanted to solve?
The decision to follow Roy wasn’t one I made lightly. For days, the nagging voice in my head had been relentless. It whispered doubts and begged me to find answers.
Woman in deep thoughts standing by the window | Source: Midjourney
When Roy left that evening, claiming yet again he had a “late meeting,” I grabbed my purse and my courage, determined to follow him.
I kept a safe distance as his car weaved through the city. At first, it seemed routine. He passed familiar intersections and drove through the usual part of town. But then he took a sharp right, down a street I’d never been on.
“Where are you going, Roy?” I muttered under my breath.
He pulled into a parking garage. I hesitated, nervous to get too close. A few seconds later, I saw him step out of his car.
And then I saw her.
Woman in her car spying on her husband | Source: Midjourney
She emerged from the passenger’s side. She was the kind of woman who looked like she belonged on the cover of a magazine, not walking through a dingy garage. Gold bangles glinted on her wrist, and her laugh echoed off the concrete walls—light, confident, and far too familiar.
Roy was smiling. Not the polite, business smile I knew, but something softer, more personal. He said something to her, and she laughed again, touching his arm as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
My chest tightened. This wasn’t a colleague. This wasn’t a meeting.
Shocked woman inside a car | Source: Midjourney
I hid behind a corner, my hands trembling as I pulled out my phone. I snapped a picture, then another, making sure their faces were clear. But what happened next stopped me cold.
The woman reached into her oversized designer bag and pulled out an envelope—thick, bulging. She handed it to Roy, and he tucked it into his jacket without hesitation.
“What the hell…” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the blood rushing in my ears.
I stayed hidden, watching as they disappeared into the building. My mind raced with possibilities. Was he in trouble? Was she blackmailing him? Or worse… was he working with her?
Wealthy woman handing an envelope to a man | Source: Midjourney
By the time I got home, my hands were shaking, I could barely unlock the door. Whatever Roy was caught up in, it was bigger than I ever imagined—and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to uncover the truth.
When Roy walked through the door that night, I was already sitting at the kitchen table, the photos on my phone queued up and ready. My heart was pounding, but I kept my voice steady.
“Roy, we need to talk.”
Disappointed woman seated at her kitchen table | Source: Midjourney
He stopped mid-step, his eyes locking onto mine. The weight in my tone must have tipped him off. “What’s wrong?”
I stood, holding my phone out in front of me like it was a weapon. “This. Who is she? What is this?”
His face turned ghostly pale as he saw the pictures—him and the woman, the envelope. He blinked, but no words came out.
“Well?” I pressed, my voice rising. “What does all this mean? And why was she giving you money?”
He sank into the nearest chair, rubbing his face with his hands like he could erase the moment. “I… I never wanted it to come to this,” he murmured, his voice breaking.
Stressed out man | Source: Midjourney
“What does that even mean, Roy?” I snapped. “Start talking. Now.”
“She’s… she’s my boss. Mrs. Hathaway,” he finally said, avoiding my gaze.
“Your boss?” I repeated, incredulous. “Why is your boss giving you cash in a parking garage? What’s going on?”
Roy exhaled shakily, tears brimming in his eyes. “She’s never been able to have kids,” he began, his words trembling. “And one day, she saw our kids. She said they were beautiful, perfect. She started asking questions, and then she… she started offering me money.”
Wealthy young woman in her office handing lots of cash to her employee | Source: Midjourney
My stomach twisted. “Money? For what?”
“To convince you to have another child,” he admitted, his voice cracking. “For her. She said if we had another baby, she’d take it after it was born. She’d raise it as her own.”
I staggered back, my breath caught in my throat. “Are you even hearing yourself? You’re asking me to sell our child? For a car?”
“No!” he shouted, standing abruptly. “It wasn’t just about the car. I thought… I thought it could solve everything. Help us out, and fix things. But I couldn’t go through with it, I swear.”
Guilty man explaining himself to his wife | Source: Midjourney
I stared at him, shaking my head as tears blurred my vision. “You didn’t tell me, Roy. You made this deal behind my back. How am I supposed to trust you now?”
He reached for me, but I stepped away. “I was desperate,” he whispered, his face crumpling. “I never wanted to hurt you. Please, believe me.”
But I didn’t know what to believe anymore. The man standing before me wasn’t the one I thought I knew, and his secrets had shattered the life we’d built together.
The weight of Roy’s confession pressed down on me like a crushing wave. He hadn’t just lied—he’d bartered our trust, our family, for something unthinkable.
“And the car?” I finally managed, my voice barely a whisper.
A brand new car | Source: Midjourney
Roy looked up at me, his face streaked with tears. “The car was… my way of trying to make up for it,” he said, his voice trembling. “I thought… if I gave you something beautiful, something you’d love, maybe it would soften the blow. Maybe you wouldn’t be so angry.”
“Angry?” I repeated, my voice rising as the disbelief gave way to fury. “You thought this—a shiny distraction—would make me forget that you were willing to sell out our family? You thought a car could fix this?”
He leaned, his hands outstretched, desperate. “I made a mistake, okay? I didn’t know how to get out of it. I thought I was doing it for us—”
A couple having a heated conversation | Source: Midjourney
“For us?” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “You weren’t doing this for us, Roy. You were doing it for you. To ease your guilt. To buy your way out of the mess you made.”
I grabbed the car keys from the table, my hands trembling with rage. “You know what?” I said, throwing them at his feet. The clatter echoed in the tense silence. “I don’t want your car. I don’t want your excuses. And right now, I don’t even want you.”
Roy fell to his knees, his sobs filling the space between us. “Please, Sarah,” he begged. “Please don’t give up on me. I’ll fix this. I’ll make it right. I can’t lose you.”
A man on his knees begging his wife for forgiveness | Source: Midjourney
I shook my head, my throat tightening with the weight of my decision. “You already lost me, Roy,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “The moment you put a price tag on our family.”
I turned and walked out of the room, leaving him behind. The sound of his cries followed me, but I didn’t look back. Some things couldn’t be undone, and this betrayal was one of them.
As I stood by the window, staring at the car in the driveway, a painful truth settled in my heart. What had started as a dream had ended in ruins.
The man I thought I knew was gone. And so was the life I thought we had.
Woman in deep thoughts | Source: Midjourney
Pop Icon Cyndi Lauper Battles Secret Illness: The Painful Truth Behind Her ‘True Colors
There’s something magical about Cyndi Lauper, the lively artist behind the 1983 hit “Girls Just Want to Have Fun,” a song that quickly became a global anthem, encouraging women everywhere to embrace fun and freedom.
Lauper is the definition of cool. Her quirky, carefree personality, playful fashion, and colorful hair inspire people with her message to always be yourself.
However, behind the playful voice that spreads joy to her listeners, Lauper battles a severe skin condition called psoriasis. At one point, it was so intense that, as she described, “It looked like someone threw boiling water on me.”
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The legendary pop star, now 69, recently opened up about her ongoing battle with psoriasis—a chronic skin condition that has no cure—since she was first diagnosed in 2010.
Psoriasis can cause severe pain, itching, discomfort, and rough, scaly patches on the skin. About 8 million people in the U.S. and 125 million globally live with this condition.
Lauper’s symptoms started as scalp irritation and general discomfort, which worsened over time.
Initially, she thought her itchy scalp was from frequently coloring her hair, but the symptoms continued, causing both physical pain and emotional strain for the award-winning musician.
The “Time after Time” singer is a busy mother, touring pop star, and activist.
Inspired by her sister Ellen, who is a lesbian, Lauper has become a strong supporter of LGBT rights, working tirelessly to advocate for the community.
Her 2005 song “Above the Clouds” was written in honor of Matthew Shepard, a 21-year-old gay student who was beaten to death in Wyoming. Lauper also started the “True Colors” concert tour in 2007-2008, which raises support for local and private LGBT charities and organizations.
Besides her advocacy, Lauper has an impressive career as a singer, songwriter, and actor. Over the past forty years, she has received many awards, including a Tony Award, two Grammy Awards, an MTV Music Video Award, and an Emmy Award for her role in a 1995 episode of the TV show *Mad About You*.
She also has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, is a member of the Songwriters Hall of Fame, and in 2013, her humanitarian work earned her a special invitation to attend President Barack Obama’s second inauguration.
Despite her diagnosis, Lauper continues to stay strong. She is committed to not letting psoriasis hold her back and works on managing stress to avoid triggering flare-ups.
When she was first diagnosed and dealing with severe psoriasis, Lauper wrote the music and lyrics for the Broadway musical *Kinky Boots*, which won her a Tony Award for Best Original Score. She became the first woman to win a Tony in that category on her own. The show also won five more Tony Awards, including Best New Musical.
In a conversation with the American Academy of Dermatology (AAD), Lauper openly shared her experience living with the autoimmune skin condition, hoping her story might help others.
“I’ve never been able to really manage stress,” she admitted, explaining that she now takes a holistic approach to healing and stress relief both at home and on the road. She learned reiki, a Japanese technique for relaxation, saying, “That helps me.”
Along with reiki, Lauper works to stay grounded by meditating, practicing yoga, or taking walks in the fresh air with her dog and her husband, David Thornton, whom she married in 1991. The couple has one son, born in 1997.
“It’s not a bad thing to take care of yourself,” Lauper said, urging people to always “make a little time for you.”
She encourages starting small. “How about five minutes for you?” she added.
Lauper speaks with resilience about her experience, explaining that “when psoriasis gets really bad, it’s really hard to get up again.” She shared that at times, she couldn’t regulate her body temperature, leading to chills that could result in hypothermia. Even when resting, her condition only worsened, and hearing people dismiss it as “just a rash” added to her struggles.
“You don’t have to suffer,” Lauper said. Treatments, such as topical and oral medication or injections, can help ease the often unbearable symptoms of psoriasis. For Lauper, she found relief with Novartis’ Cosentyx, and as a spokesperson for the medication, she happily shares that she’s been “four years clear.”
In 2017, Lauper spoke with HealthDay about managing her psoriasis.
“It’s funny—you start wearing gloves, or this and that, hoping [psoriasis] is invisible, but it’s not. I didn’t show it off, like, ‘Woo-hoo, check this out!’ Doesn’t everyone try to hide it? You’d be surprised how many people have it and don’t talk about it. It’s one of those invisible things, so it’s good to talk about it.”
She shares more about it on her podcast *PsO in the Know*, where she talks with celebrities, advocates, and everyday people who offer insights on living with psoriasis.
The show is now in its third season and is available on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Google Podcasts, Pandora, and Stitcher.
Lauper isn’t the only celebrity with psoriasis. Kim Kardashian, now 42, was diagnosed at 30 and is open about her challenges. Her mom, Kris Jenner, 67, had her first outbreak in her late 20s and said it was “life-changing.” Other celebrities with psoriasis include musician Art Garfunkel, 81, actor Jon Lovitz, 65, and Jerry Mathers, 74, known as “The Beaver.”
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