When Chloe Bailey discovered she had inadvertently consumed meat for the first time in ten years, she was distraught.
Bailey, an American actress and singer, rose to prominence as part of the combo Chloe x Halle, alongside her sister Halle Bailey.
The twins have collaborated on two studio albums, the most well-known of which, “Ungodly Hour,” has garnered critical praise.
Bailey and her sister have been vocal about their eating preferences throughout the years.
The two have been transparent about their decision to follow a vegan diet, which excludes any animal products from their diet.
However, Bailey was shocked to learn that she had once violated her lifestyle choice after a hotel misplaced her order.
Following the singer’s disclosure about the event, fans flocked to the comments section, with one person writing: “More than seven years here.” I am fully aware of this. I’ve experienced it as well. I have a lot of doubts regarding the source of my meals.
“I’m vegan, and the thought of it made me sick,” another person said.
A third person expressed empathy by saying, “I’d be p***ed if I put ten years into something and someone’s mistake jeopardizes that.”
Another person said, “That is not cool, I haven’t eaten pork in 20 years and recently stopped eating meat. I would have instantly been sick.”
According to The Independent, Chloe said during an Instagram broadcast that she broke her meat avoidance when she saw Beyoncé perform in Atlanta, Georgia.
“Well, I called to get a Beyond burger for sis and me like usual,” she started. stated that it is vegan and that there is no butter or anything like on the bun.
The plant-based meat substitutes sold under the Beyond Meat brand are made to resemble, taste, and cook like meat.
The “Have Mercy” singer claimed that when the burger came, she was in the shower and that her younger sister asked her about it right away when she got back to the bedroom.
“Are you sure this is Beyond?’ she asks as she bites into the burger. After taking a few bites, she exclaimed, “This is really good—are you sure it’s Beyond?” said Chloe.
“I smelled and touched the patty, and I immediately knew it was Beyond.”
However, the pop star quickly realized she was mistaken.
“I take a bite and the juice dripping from the burger is not like a Beyond burger,” Chloe said after finishing her outfit. I simply knew it wasn’t a phony burger.I knew after taking only one taste. I said, “This doesn’t feel right,” right away.
The singer tried to get some answers right away by calling the hotel’s front desk.
“These are vegan burgers, am I right?,” I exclaimed. “No, those are brand burgers,” he remarked. Say what? Brand burgers? Beyond hamburgers, I said. Chloe recalled, “I have no idea what a brand burger is.
The singer was understandably disappointed to find that she had inadvertently violated her vegan diet.
“Halle’s laughing at me because I’m crying,” hloe shared with her fans. This is just before yesterday’s concert. Halle is laughing so hard at me because I’m weeping and I’m freaking out.
Chloe said on TikTok that, months after the burger incident and eleven years after she started eating vegan, she had begun to consume chicken.
She sighed deeply before speaking, saying, “My confession is that I have recently started consuming chicken.”
And after 11 years, I can honestly say that I’m dead serious. I’m not making this up. I’ve been vegan for eleven years, but I now eat chicken.
The vocalist of “Do It” made it clear that she doesn’t eat any other dairy products.
“It’s like, I am still allergic to egg whites and I don’t consume dairy and honestly it’s been really good,” Chloe said to her admirers.I haven’t been eating anything else, but I’ve been experimenting with chicken.
She went on, “And you know, my stomach hurt a little bit when I first ate it. After that, I had no problems.I just cannot eat fried chicken that has been dipped in egg wash due to an egg allergy. I have seen, though, that my physique has been becoming more toned. And I feel like it’s just been toning me—I haven’t even been working out like crazy like I typically do.
Chloe joked that she would be discovered “sooner or later” and said, “So I mean, I knew.”
My Late Partner’s Parents Suddenly Appeared & Demanded I Give Them the Keys to His House — I Agreed under One Condition
When Jason’s estranged parents show up demanding the house he left behind, Alice is thrust into a battle she never expected. Grieving and determined, she agrees to consider their claim, but only if they can answer the one question that haunted Jason until his final days.
There are moments in life that change everything, and for Jason and me, that moment happened when we were 17. I’ll never forget the day he showed up at my door, eyes red from crying, with nothing but a backpack and a broken heart.
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His parents had thrown him out like he was nothing, without even giving him a proper reason. My mom didn’t even hesitate; she took one look at him and knew. From that day on, he was part of our family.
We leaned on each other through all the awkward years of high school and the stress of college. I went into HR because, well, people are complicated, and I liked figuring them out. Jason? He was a genius with computers, always able to make sense of the things I couldn’t.
We were a team, balancing each other out perfectly. Then, four years ago, life hit us with the worst blow imaginable.
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Jason was diagnosed with bone cancer. It was like the universe decided we’d had too many good years, and it was time to even the score.
But even then, we stayed strong. I picked up more hours, handled the mortgage on the house Jason had bought, and kept us going.
And Jason, in his quiet, stubborn way, held onto this hope that maybe his parents would come around. But they didn’t.
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Jason’s funeral was barely a month ago, and I was still drowning in the grief of it all when his family came knocking. The very people who had abandoned him when he needed them most were now standing on my doorstep like they had every right to be there.
I remember opening the door, my heart in my throat, not knowing what to expect. But I certainly wasn’t expecting this.
Susan, Jason’s mom, looked at me with this fake sweetness that made my skin crawl.
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“Alice, dear,” she began, her voice dripping with insincerity, “we were so sorry to hear about Jason. It must be so difficult for you, living here all alone.”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. What could I possibly say to her? She wasn’t here for Jason. She never had been.
Charles, his dad, didn’t waste any time. “We need to talk about the house,” he said, his tone cold and businesslike. “Jason was our son, and this house should be ours now.”
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The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “What do you mean, ‘yours’? Jason bought this house, and I’ve been paying the mortgage. It’s in my name.”
That’s when their lawyer, who had been standing off to the side like some silent executioner, decided to chime in.
“Legally speaking,” he began, his voice smooth and practiced, “as Jason’s next of kin, his parents have a rightful claim to the property. Without a will, the law generally favors the immediate family.”
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“You think you can just come in here, after all this time, and take his house? You didn’t care about him when he was alive, and now you want what was his?”
Susan’s face hardened, the facade cracking just a little. “Alice, we’re his family. Blood is thicker than water. Jason would have wanted us to have this house, to keep it in the family.”
I could feel the anger bubbling inside me, but I forced myself to stay calm.
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“Jason put this house in my name over a year ago, after he got sick. We knew this might happen, and we made sure everything was legal. You don’t have a claim here. If you want this house, you can buy it from me for the price I paid Jason plus the four years of mortgage payments I made on it.”
Charles stepped forward, his voice low and threatening. “You know we can’t afford that, you selfish little… you know well that Jason would’ve wanted us to have this house. You transfer the mortgage to our name, and we’ll take over the payments. That’s my best offer. We’ll fight you in court if we have to.”
I met his gaze, refusing to back down. “You do what you have to, Charles. But before you go charging into court, there’s something you should know.”
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They all froze, a flicker of uncertainty passing over their faces. Good. Let them feel a fraction of the fear they’d caused Jason to feel all those years ago.
I turned and walked over to the sideboard in the living room, opening a drawer that had become far too familiar over the past month. Inside was a single envelope, worn and creased from being handled so many times.
I held it up, the weight almost crushing in its simplicity.
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“This,” I said, walking back toward them, “is what Jason left to you. It’s his final letter.”
Susan’s eyes lit up with something I couldn’t quite place — hope, greed, desperation, maybe all three. “A letter?” she asked, her voice trembling. “What does it say?”
I handed the envelope to her, watching as her fingers trembled slightly as she took it. “Why don’t you read it and find out?”
She hesitated, then slowly opened the envelope, pulling out the single sheet of paper inside.
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As she began to read, Charles and Jason’s brother, Mark, leaned in, their expressions a mix of anticipation and something darker.
But that hope in their eyes soon dimmed, replaced by cold, hard anger. Jason’s letter wasn’t what they had expected.
“I’m sorry,” Jason had written, “that I wasn’t the son you wanted me to be. But I’ve learned to forgive you for the pain you caused, and I hope one day you can forgive yourselves, too. I wish things could have been different, but I’ve made peace with what is.”
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The room was silent as they finished reading, the weight of Jason’s words hanging heavy in the air. For a moment, nobody spoke. They just stood there, staring at the letter like it was some cruel joke.
Finally, Susan looked up, her face twisted with something that might have been grief but was more likely disappointment.
“This… this isn’t what we expected,” she said, her voice flat.
I couldn’t help the bitter smile that tugged at my lips.
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“No, I suppose it isn’t. You came here thinking you could claim what wasn’t yours, that you could somehow make up for the years you lost with him by taking something from me. But all Jason left you was his forgiveness. And honestly, that’s more than you deserve.”
Charles clenched his fists, his anger palpable. “You think you’re so righteous, don’t you? Sitting here in his house, pretending like you were the only one who ever cared about him.”
I took a deep breath, steadying myself.
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This was the moment I had been dreading and preparing for in equal measure.
“No, Charles, I don’t think I’m righteous. But I do know that I was there for Jason when you weren’t. I was the one who held his hand when he was scared, who made sure he had a home when you turned him out. And if you want to take this house from me, you’re going to have to give me something you’ve never given Jason: an honest answer.”
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They all stared at me, their anger momentarily silenced by the gravity of my words.
“Why did you cut ties with your own son? Why did you ignore his attempts to reconcile? If you can answer those questions honestly, without lies or excuses, I’ll consider your request. But if you can’t, then you have no right to anything he left behind.”
The silence that followed was thick and suffocating. Their lawyer shifted uncomfortably, glancing at them like he wished he were anywhere but here.
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Susan’s eyes darted around the room, looking anywhere but at me, while Charles seemed to be searching for the right words, his mouth opening and closing as if the truth was stuck somewhere deep inside him.
Finally, it was Susan who broke the silence, her voice a whisper. “We were… He didn’t want to do what we wanted, and we… we thought it was better that he’d live without us.”
Her words hung in the air, hollow and empty, devoid of any real remorse.
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They knew it, too. I could see it in their faces, the dawning realization that there was no justification for what they had done, no excuse that could erase the pain they had caused their son.
I shook my head, a sad smile tugging at my lips. “That’s not good enough. It’ll never be good enough.”
The lawyer, sensing the futility of their situation, stepped forward, clearing his throat. “I think it’s best if we leave, Mr. and Mrs. Miller. There’s nothing more to be done here.”
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They looked at him, then back at me, and for the first time, I saw something in their eyes that wasn’t anger or entitlement. It was defeat. Pure and simple.
Without another word, they turned and walked out of the house, their footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. I followed them to the door, watching as they got into their car and drove away, the weight of what had just happened settling over me like a blanket.
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As I closed the door behind them, I felt a mix of sorrow and relief, a strange combination that left me feeling empty and full simultaneously.
Jason was gone, but in the end, I had protected his memory and legacy from those who didn’t deserve it. And that, at least, was something.
With a final sigh, I locked the door, the sound of the deadbolt sliding into place a quiet affirmation of everything I’d fought for. The house was mine, no; it was ours. And I would carry Jason’s memory with me in these walls and my heart for as long as I lived.
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Here’s another story: At a family dinner, Jason’s new mattress ignites a fierce conflict. His mother demands he return it to fund his half-sister’s car. Tensions soar as Jason stands his ground, feeling neglected for years. When his grandparents intervene, shocking revelations unfold, forever altering family dynamics.
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