Actress Bo Derek captivated audiences with her extraordinary beauty from the moment they first laid eyes on her. This stunning woman, who is probably best known for her part in the movie 10 that her husband directed, still has the same endearing appearance.
Bo recognized early on that acting was her vocation. Her mother, who worked for the Swedish-American actress Ann-Margeret, helped her land her first movie job when she was barely 16 years old. Bo initially met the actor and director John Derek while they were both working on the film Once Once a Love.
Bo was then 17 years old, and John, who was 30 years older than her, was married to the actress Linda Evans. John made the decision to get a divorce in order to be with Bo.
Bo, now 64, talks about her teenage affair and how she still regrets destroying Evans’ marriage to John.
“I was at least partially to blame for some severe suffering Linda Evans endured. She had shown a lot of kindness and grace. Funny enough, I just saw her yesterday. We were at a charity jewelry trunk exhibition.
She continued to be amazing and fabulous. When I’m around her, I always feel terrible. Years later, it’s just been engrained,” Bo stated to Interview Magazine in 2016.
Before getting married in Las Vegas in 1976, Bo and John dated for two years, spending the majority of that time in Mexico and Europe so that John could escape being detained for dating a minor.
Her blonde cornrow braids, which were a distinguishing aspect of Bo’s earlier appearances, have somehow managed to stick in people’s minds as the thing that makes her memorable. She explained that getting that hairstyle was her husband’s suggestion, and she didn’t realize how much they would mean to her.
“I’m blond, it was the latter decade of the 1970s, and everything was fluffy,” What will you change about your appearance? John, who is a talented photographer, had always believed that would be a wonderful look for me.
And so we did. Then he suggested that they present Blake with these images to see if he would be interested. She told Interview Magazine, “That would be incredibly excellent for the part, so you don’t appear ordinary.
Bo had a variety of roles over the years, notably in John’s films, such as Tarzan, The Ape Man (1981), Bolero (1984), and Ghosts Can’t Do It (1990), as well as the television shows 7th Heaven, Lucky, and Queen of Swords.
At the age of 71, John Derek passed away in 1998. Bo had no intention of getting married again, but she began dating 60-year-old actor John Corbett. “We make each other laugh and enjoy each other’s company.
Bo once stated, “We still hold hands after 15 years, and we still have barbecues with friends once or twice a week. They made the decision to get married in 2020.
Horses, who play a significant role in Bo’s life, have become her obsession. Riding Lessons: All That Matters in Life I Learned from Horses is the title of an autobiography she also penned.
She became an animal activist who advocates for the rights of animals because she cares about them. She devotes a lot of her time to missions that demand an end to the slaughter of horses.
Bo is still one of the most attractive actresses now and leads a happy life in California.
My Husband and His Mom Got Rid of My Cat While I Was Away — but I Never Expected My Neighbor to Help Me Get Revenge
When I returned from a short trip, I discovered that my mother-in-law had decided to “free” me from my beloved cat, Benji. But thanks to my neighbor’s quick thinking and some dirt from the past, I not only got my cat back but also found the strength to free myself from a useless husband.
Benji wasn’t just a pet to me. He was my heart, my comfort, my family. I rescued him as a kitten when I was drowning in grief after losing my father. My husband, John, never understood. He called my bond with Benji “weird.”
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But I never imagined he and his mother, Carol, would take things this far.
The house felt wrong the moment I walked in after my weekend trip with my girlfriends. The usual patter of paws across hardwood floors was missing.
Some people believed cats weren’t as attached to their owners as dogs, but Benji could prove them all wrong. He always greeted me.
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But on this day, instead of his meows, I got silence. And even worse, I could detect the faint scent of my mother-in-law’s overpowering perfume lingering in the air.
I walked further into the house and saw John sprawled on the couch, distracted by his phone.
“Where’s Benji?” I wondered.
“No idea. Maybe he ran off,” he replied with a shrug.
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The casual tone in his voice set off my alarm bells. Benji never “ran off.” He was an indoor cat who got nervous just looking at the backyard through the window.
That’s when I noticed Carol sitting at the dining table with a smug smile playing on her thin lips as she sipped her coffee.
“Where is my cat?” I demanded, walking toward her.
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Carol set down the mug with deliberate slowness. “Well…” she began. “I used your time away to do what was necessary. Finally, you’re free from that animal.”
“Excuse me?”
“You were way too obsessed with that disgusting fur ball to focus on what really matters. It’s time to start a family,” she continued. “You’re welcome, by the way.”
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Fire. Pure, hot, and raging fire coursed through my blood as I walked closer to the dining table. My hands clutched the back of a chair carefully, with all the restraint I could muster.
“What did you do with him?” I asked slowly.
“Now, Frances, don’t get dramatic,” Carol sighed, waving a dismissive hand. “You’re 32, for heaven’s sake. Time to grow up. No more time or money spent on pet food, toys, or whatever.”
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I turned to John, who hadn’t moved from his position on the couch. “You let this happen and you LIED to me?!”
He shrugged again, still not looking up. “I think my mother’s right. It’s time to move on.”
“Move on from what?” My voice cracked. “Having something in my life that actually brings me joy? Unlike this marriage?”
That got his attention. John finally looked up, his face flushing. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
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“It means you’ve never supported anything that matters to me. Not once. You and your mother just decide what’s best for my life without ever asking what I want.”
Carol stood up, her chair scraping against the hardwood floor. “We decide what’s best because you clearly can’t make good decisions for yourself. Look at you now, throwing a tantrum over a cat when you should be focusing on starting a family.”
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“You mean a family like this one?” I laughed, the sound harsh and foreign to my ears. “Where my husband can’t make a single decision without consulting his mommy first? And he decides to lie to me just to please you?”
At that moment, I wanted to tell her that my husband lied to her, too, about many things. But I held my tongue. I needed to recover Benji first.
“Now you’re just being hysterical,” Carol crossed her arms. “This is exactly why we had to take matters into our own hands.”
“Tell me where he is.” I stepped closer to Carol. “Now.”
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“Or what?” Carol smiled, but I caught the slight uncertainty in her eyes. “What are you going to do about it?”
Before I could answer, movement from the window caught my eye. My neighbor Lisa was in my yard, waving urgently. When I met her gaze, she pointed toward her house and mouthed something.
Somehow, only I noticed her.
“I’ll be right back,” I managed to say to Carol through clenched teeth, then added, “And when I return, I want to know exactly what you did with my cat.”
Stepping outside, I felt the cool spring air against my flushed face. Lisa hurried over, and we crossed the street to stand on her lawn. It was then that I noticed the phone in her hand.
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“I saw your mother-in-law with Benji yesterday,” she said, breathless. “You might want to see this.”
She held out her phone, open to Facebook, and my blood ran cold at the post. There was Benji, his distinctive white fur and bright green collar unmistakable, cradled in the arms of Samantha.
That woman made my life hell in high school, but ironically, she reinvented herself years later as a lifestyle and fitness influencer who spread positivity. Unfortunately, thousands of people fell for her act, and she now lived fully off social media.
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But this particular post was the only thing that mattered to me. The caption read: “Meet the newest addition to the family! Sometimes the perfect pet just falls into your lap. #blessed #newcatmom”
“That’s not all,” Lisa said, swiping to a video. “I was watering my plants yesterday morning when I saw your mother-in-law carrying Benji’s carrier to her car. Something felt off, so I just got in my truck and followed her. I decided to record just in case.”
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The video, which was obviously shot from the inside of Lisa’s truck, showed Carol’s sedan pulling up to a modern townhouse.
Carol emerged with Benji’s carrier, walked up to the front door, and handed my pet over to Samantha. My mother-in-law had a big smile on her face as she got back into her sedan and drove off.
The video ended there.
“I’m so sorry, Frances,” Lisa said. “I should have tried to stop her.”
“No,” I said, squeezing her arm. “You did exactly the right thing. This is perfect.”
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“Want me to come with you to confront her?”
I shook my head. “No, just send me the video. I need to do this alone. But thank you. For everything.”
I crossed the street and went back inside. Carol had moved next to John on the couch, and they were in a deep, quiet conversation.
They looked up when I entered, and I felt the urge to do something unpleasant to my mother-in-law. This feeling only intensified when she began speaking.
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“If you’re done with your little drama,” she said.
“Samantha?” I cut her off. “Really? That’s who you gave my cat to?”
Carol’s eyes widened slightly before she caught herself. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Save it. I have a video of you stealing my cat and giving it to her. What was the plan here? You just happened to choose my high school bully to give Benji to? Was that supposed to be some kind of twisted punishment?”
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John stood up. “Frances, calm down. Mom was just trying to help.”
“Help who?” I asked. “Help her maintain control over our marriage? Help Samantha get more social media followers with a cute new pet?”
“This is ridiculous,” Carol snapped. “John, tell her she’s being ridiculous.”
But I was already grabbing my car keys. “I’m going to get my cat. When I get back, I want you both gone.”
***
Samantha’s townhouse sat in an upscale development across town. Each knock on her door felt like a hammer to my racing heart.
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Two minutes later, the door swung open. My bully stood there in yoga pants and a crop top, and her surprised expression quickly morphed into a sneer.
“Well, if it isn’t ‘Frances, no Chances,’” she said, blocking the doorway. “You never had friends or boyfriends. Isn’t that why you had to marry that boring accountant?”
She wasn’t entirely wrong. I had been a loner for most of my life. My family was my only haven, which is why I took the death of my father so horribly. My mom and sister were still there, but it was Benji who ultimately saved me.
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John had been my first everything.
Now I could understand the importance of dating, learning from mistakes, and experiencing different relationships.
If I had any experience, I probably wouldn’t have chosen him or taken all his mistakes and troubles in stride, thinking I was being a good wife.
“Where’s my cat?” I asked, ignoring her jabs and focusing on what mattered.
“You mean my new cat?” Samantha’s eyebrows rose. “He was a gift. Totally legal. No backsies.”
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“A gift from someone who had no right to give him away. That’s theft.”
She laughed. “Please. Who’s going to believe you? It’s just a cat. Besides, he’s much better off here. Have you seen how many followers I have? People love me. He’ll be famous.”
“The police might be interested in this video of Carol stealing and giving away my property, especially because Benji is registered to me in his microchip.”
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Samantha’s smile faltered slightly. “Please, you won’t call the police.”
“Oh, I’ll do more than just call the police,” I said, pulling out my phone. “Remember high school, Samantha? Remember how you made my life miserable? You laughed at me every day for just wanting to be left alone. And what about my homecoming dress? The one you and your bully friends ripped to shreds?”
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I pulled up an old photo I’d kept all these years. “I have proof of what you did with that dress. And guess what? I can make a video. A very detailed video. About all of it. And post it to every platform. I’m sure it’ll go viral. After all, so many people love you.”
The color drained from Samantha’s face. Her carefully crafted influencer image trembled before my eyes.
“Don’t,” she whispered, her bravado crumbling. “Please don’t. Just… take the cat.”
She disappeared inside and returned with Benji, who looked relieved to see me. “Please, just don’t post anything.”
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I gathered Benji into my arms, feeling his purr. It gave me comfort, but also, the strength to get in my car and go home.
John and Carol were still there when I walked in with my cat secure in my arms.
Carol jumped up from the table. “How dare you—” she started.
“No,” I cut her off. “How dare you. Both of you. I thought I told you to get out of my house.”
“Frances, you’re being ridiculous,” John said.
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“I want a divorce.”
Carol gasped. “You ungrateful—”
“I have video evidence of you stealing my cat,” I said, meeting her eyes. “Leave now, or I’m calling the police.”
“You can’t do that!” Carol insisted. “And this is my son’s house, too!”
“It’s not,” I replied and stared at my husband. “Didn’t he tell you? He might be an accountant, but he has terrible credit. I had to sign the loan for this house on my own. It’s just my name on the deed.”
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“What?” Carol turned to her son with wide eyes.
“I would also advise on not helping him so much,” I continued. “He actually spends all you give him playing poker with his buddies.”
“Frances!” John shouted, outraged, finally getting up from the couch.
“Leave now, or I might tell your mom that it’s not just poker,” I added. “There’s a little club next to the airport…”
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“Stop!” he urged, one hand up. “We’re leaving.”
John pulled his mother out, while she bickered the entire time.
At last, the door clicked shut behind them, and the house fell quiet again.
The scent of Carol’s perfume would soon drift away forever, and the evidence of John’s uselessness as a husband would soon be gone, too.
Only Benji’s heavenly smell would remain, along with the promise of a better future.
“With that thought,” I muttered, pulling out my phone and calling my lawyer. After that, I was buying Lisa something special.
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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.
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