Country music icon Garth Brooks has been accused of sexual assault and battery in a new lawsuit obtained by CNN. According to reports, the bombshell lawsuit was filed in California on Thursday, October 3 by a “Jane Roe” who claims to have worked for the award-winning singer as a hairstylist and makeup artist.
The mystery woman’s suit details how she was employed by Brooks in 2017, but was hired to do hair and makeup for Trisha Yearwood – Brooks’ wife – in 1999. The allegations in the suit are purported to have taken place in 2019, accusing music star Brooks, 62, of repeatedly exposing his genitals to Roe, sending explicit text messages, talking about sex and sharing sexual fantasies with Roe, and regularly changing clothes in front of her.
As per CNN, the filing also claims that Roe was raped by Brooks in May 2019 during a work tip to Los Angeles, where the singer was taping a Grammy tribute performance.
Prior to Roe’s filing, an anonymous plaintiff – now revealed to be Brooks – filed a complaint under “John Doe” aiming to block Roe from repeating her allegations publicly. In a statement to CNN after the suit was filed, Brooks said: “For the last two months, I have been hassled to no end with threats, lies, and tragic tales of what my future would be if I did not write a check for many millions of dollars.” “Hush money, no matter how much or how little, is still hush money.
In my mind, that means I am admitting to behavior I am incapable of — ugly acts no human should ever do to another,” the singer continued. “We filed suit against this person nearly a month ago to speak out against extortion and defamation of character. We filed it anonymously for the sake of families on both sides.”
In his previous complaint as plaintiff John Doe – filed prior to the suit being made public – Brooks claimed that Roe’s attorney had sent him a “confidential” demand letter alleging sexual misconduct after he had refused Roe’s request for “salaried employment and medical benefits.”
“Defendant’s allegations are not true,” the singer’s complaint stated. “Defendant is well aware, however, of the substantial, irreparable damage such false allegations would do to Plaintiff’s well-earned reputation as a decent and caring person, along with the unavoidable damage to his family and the irreparable damage to his career and livelihood that would result if she made good on her threat to ‘publicly file’ her fabricated lawsuit.” According to the suit itself – as per CNN – Brooks and Roe traveled to Los Angeles in 2019 on Brooks’ private jet.
“Usually there were others on Brooks’ private jet but this time, Ms. Roe and Brooks were the only two passengers,” the complaint states. “Once in Los Angeles at the hotel, Ms. Roe could not believe that Brooks had booked a hotel suite with one bedroom and she did not have a separate room.” Once Brooks and Roe arrived at their hotel room, Roe’s suit alleges that the Friends in Low Places hitmaker “appeared in the doorway to the bedroom, completely naked.”
Roe’s complaint states she felt “trapped in the room alone with Brooks.” Roe’s attorneys reportedly told CNN that Brooks’ “efforts to silence our client through the filing of a preemptive complaint in Mississippi was nothing other than an act of desperation and attempted intimidation.”
“We are confident that Brooks will be held accountable for his actions,” the attorneys continued. “We applaud our client’s courage in moving forward with her complaint against Garth Brooks. The complaint filed today demonstrates that sexual predators exist not only in corporate America, Hollywood and in the rap and rock and roll industries but also in the world of country music.”
I Got a Secret Camera Recording from My Husband’s Secretary — The Footage Completely Shook My World
I stared at the attached video file, my cursor hovering over it. Taking a deep breath, I clicked play.
The grainy security footage showed Joseph’s office on a Sunday.
My brow furrowed. He never worked weekends.
Then I saw him walk in, but he wasn’t alone. Two small children, a boy and a girl, clung to his hands.
“Daddy, can we play hide and seek?” the little girl’s voice rang out.
Joseph’s laughter filled the room. “Of course, sweetheart. Let’s see who can hide from Daddy the best!”
I felt the blood drain from my face.
DADDY??
Joseph and I didn’t have any kids. And these weren’t just random kids. They were HIS.
The video continued, showing Joseph playing with the children, helping them with coloring books, and sharing snacks. It was a side of him I’d never seen… tender, paternal, completely at ease.
“Daddy, when can we go to the beach house?” the little boy asked, his voice full of excitement.
Joseph ruffled his hair. “Soon, buddy. I promise it’ll be the best surprise ever.”
My heart shattered into a million pieces. Beach house? What beach house?
The video ended, and I sat in stunned silence. My phone buzzed, jolting me back to reality. It was a text from Joseph.
“Hey sugar, running late at the gym. Don’t wait up! 😘”
I threw my phone across the room, hot tears streaming down my face. “You lying pervert!” I sobbed.
The next morning, I woke up with puffy eyes and a pounding headache. Joseph had already left for work, leaving a note on the kitchen counter:
“Sorry, I missed you this morning. Hope you have a great day! Love you! Mwaaaah! ;)”
I crumpled the note in my fist. How could he act so normal? How long had he been living this double life?
I called my best friend, Lisa. “Can you come over? I need you,” I choked out.
Twenty minutes later, Lisa was at my door. “Bridget, what happened? You look terrible!”
I pulled her inside and spilled everything. Lisa listened, her eyes widening with each word.
“That lying, cheating jerk!” she exclaimed. “What are you going to do?”
I shook my head, feeling lost. “I don’t know. I can’t even think straight.”
Lisa grabbed my shoulders. “Listen to me, Bridget. You need to be smart about this. Don’t confront him yet. We need a plan.”
“A plan?” I laughed bitterly. “Lisa, my entire life is a lie. What kind of plan could possibly fix this?”
“Not to fix it, Bridge. To make him pay.”
I nodded, suddenly seeing things in a new light.
Over the next few days, I played the role of the unsuspecting wife perfectly. But every “I love you” from Joseph felt like a knife twisting in my gut.
One evening, as we sat down for dinner, I plastered on a smile. “Hey, I was thinking we could go to Antonio’s on Friday. You know, that new Italian place?”
Joseph’s eyes lit up. “That sounds great! I’ve been wanting to try it.”
“Perfect! I’ll make the reservations.”
As soon as Joseph left for work the next day, I sprang into action. I hired a private investigator and gave him all the information I had.
Within 48 hours, I had a name: Miranda. Joseph’s other woman. The mother of his children.
I stared at her picture on my laptop screen. She was beautiful, with long red hair and a warm smile. The kids looked just like her. Just like Joseph.
“Oh, Joseph,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face. “Why wasn’t I enough?”
And soon, Friday night arrived. Joseph looked handsome in his casuals, completely oblivious to what was coming.
“You look beautiful,” he said, kissing my cheek. I forced myself not to flinch.
“Thanks! Shall we go?”
As we walked into Antonio’s, I scanned the room. There she was — Miranda, sitting at a table with her two kids.
Joseph froze when he saw her. “Go on, darling! Don’t you want to meet… her?” I cooed.
“What… what’s going on?” he stammered.
I grabbed his arm, my nails digging into his skin. “Why don’t we join your other family for dinner, dear?”
Miranda’s eyes widened as we approached. “Joseph? What’s happening?”
I smiled coldly. “Hello, Miranda. I’m Bridget, Joseph’s wife. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”
The color drained from Joseph’s face. “Bridget, I can explain—”
“Save it,” I snapped, turning to Miranda. “Did you know about me, girl?”
Miranda shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. “No, I… I had no idea.”
I nodded, a strange calm settling over me. “Well, now we both know the truth.”
The next hour was a blur of accusations, tears, and broken dreams. Joseph tried to explain, to apologize, but his words fell on deaf ears.
“How could you do this to us?” Miranda sobbed. “To our children?”
Joseph reached for her hand, then mine. We both recoiled. “I never meant for this to happen,” he pleaded. “I love you both. I love all of you.”
I laughed. “Love? You call this love? You’ve been lying to us for years!”
“How long?” Miranda demanded. “How long have you been married to her?”
Joseph’s shoulders slumped. “Twelve years.”
Miranda gasped. “But… but we’ve been together for seven years. Our kids…”
“Are six and four,” I finished for her. “Quite a juggling act you’ve been doing, Joseph.”
I stood up, my chair scraping loudly against the floor. “I think we’re done here.” I pulled out a manila envelope and dropped it in front of Joseph.
“These are divorce papers. I suggest you sign them quickly.”
As I walked out of the restaurant, I heard Joseph calling after me. “Bridget, please! I love you!”
“No, Joseph. You don’t get to say that anymore.”
The weeks that followed were a whirlwind of lawyers, paperwork, and difficult conversations. I threw myself into the divorce proceedings, determined to come out on top.
One day, my lawyer called with some hot news. “Bridget, we found something interesting. It seems Joseph has been squirreling away money to buy a beach house.”
I laughed bitterly. “Let me guess, a surprise for Miranda and the kids?”
“Most likely,” he replied. “But here’s the thing… it’s still in both your names. We can use this.”
A plan began to form in my mind. “Tell me more.”
My lawyer outlined the legal complexities, fueling my determination with every detail. Joseph had taken everything from me — my trust, my future, my dreams of a family.
Now, it was time for me to take something back.
The final divorce hearing arrived. Joseph looked haggard, the weight of his lies finally showing on his face.
As we waited outside the courtroom, he approached me. “Bridget, can we talk? Please?”
I crossed my arms. “What could you possibly have to say?”
“I’m sorry. I know it doesn’t change anything, but I truly am sorry. I never meant to hurt you.”
I looked at him, really looked at him, for the first time since that fateful video. “You’re right, Joseph. It doesn’t change anything. But thank you for finally being honest.”
Inside the courtroom, as the judge read through our settlement, Joseph’s eyes widened at each asset I was awarded. When she got to the beach house, he couldn’t contain himself.
“But that was supposed to be—” he cut himself off, realizing his mistake.
I smiled sweetly. “Supposed to be what, Joseph? A love nest for your secret family?”
The judge frowned. “Mr. Thompson, is there something you’d like to add?”
Joseph slumped in his chair, defeated. “No, Your Honor.”
As we left the courthouse, I felt a weight lift off my heart. It wasn’t just about the money or the assets. It was about reclaiming my dignity and my self-respect.
I walked away, leaving behind the shattered remains of our marriage and the man I thought I knew. As I stepped into the sunlight, I took a deep breath. The future was uncertain, but for the first time in weeks, I felt a sliver of hope.
My phone buzzed with a text from Lisa: “How did it go?”
“It’s over! And I’m finally free!🥲”
Walking down the courthouse steps, I realized this wasn’t just an ending. It was a beginning. A chance to rebuild, to rediscover myself, and to create a new life… one built on honesty, strength, and self-love.
The road ahead would be tough, but I was ready. After all, I had survived the worst betrayal imaginable. Whatever came next, I knew I could handle it. 😎
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