Nicole Kidman’s Unlikely Journey to Motherhood at 50: How Her Spouse Made It Possible

Nicole Kidman and her husband, Keith Urban, just celebrated their 17th wedding anniversary.

Kidman found love with Urban after going through a difficult divorce from Tom Cruise.

Doctors had told her she might not be able to have children, but she beat the odds and welcomed her miracle baby.

The talented actress Nicole Kidman and her musician husband, Keith Urban, recently marked their 17th anniversary with a heartfelt post on Instagram to celebrate the special moment.

In another sweet post for Father’s Day, Kidman shared a picture of Urban playing with one of their daughters in the water, calling him the “coolest dad” and expressing how much she and their daughters love him.

Before finding happiness with Urban, Kidman was married to Tom Cruise for over a decade. Their relationship began when Cruise cast her in his movie, “Days of Thunder.” Kidman admitted she fell in love with him instantly, and they lived in their own little world, depending on each other.

Cruise and Kidman got married in 1990, but after 10 years together, they shocked everyone by announcing their divorce. Kidman was surprised, as the couple had just renewed their vows two months earlier. Cruise never gave a clear reason for ending the marriage, only saying, “Nic knows why.”

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During their marriage, Kidman faced two miscarriages, one at the beginning of their relationship and another near the end. Doctors later told her she had a slim chance of conceiving. The miscarriages, combined with the sudden divorce, were traumatic for her, and she struggled to heal from it all.

Although they never had biological children together, Cruise and Kidman adopted two kids, Isabella, born in 1992, and Connor, born in 1995.

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At 40, Kidman found love again with Urban and fell pregnant. The couple met at an event in Los Angeles in 2005, and Kidman said Urban made her feel secure and cared for. They married in 2006 and started their family in Nashville, which became even more special when their first daughter, Sunday, was born in 2008.

Kidman described her pregnancy at 40 as life-changing, calling it a “miracle.” She openly talks about her experience to help other women who may have struggled like her.

Two years after Sunday’s birth, the couple welcomed their second daughter, Faith, via a surrogate. Having children later in life motivated Kidman to stay healthy so she could care for them as they grow up.

Despite becoming a mother later in life, Kidman continues to work hard in her career. She balances being a successful actress with being the best mother and wife she can be.

I Overheard My Neighbor’s Daughter and My Husband Discussing Their Affair – Instead of Making a Scene, I Invited Her to Our House the Next Day

When Lexie overhears her husband and the neighbor’s daughter discussing their affair, she doesn’t cry or confront them. Instead, she plans. With a clever invitation and a jaw-dropping twist, she flips the script on their betrayal, serving up karma with a side of sass. Revenge has never been this satisfying.

My husband, Mark, and I had been married for ten years. Two kids, a mortgage, and what I thought was a solid life bound us together. Sure, Mark wasn’t much help around the house.

He didn’t cook, clean, or manage the endless chaos of raising kids.

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A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

That was all me.

Exhausting?

Absolutely.

But I told myself it was fine because “we’re a team, Lexie.”

Except, apparently, Mark had decided to join a different team altogether.

It started with a bag of groceries.

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Bags of groceries | Source: Midjourney

I had just pulled into the driveway after a grueling trip to the store. My car was packed with heavy bags and I was mentally preparing for the solo effort of hauling everything inside.

Mark, as usual, wouldn’t lift a finger.

That’s when I heard voices coming from the porch.

A woman holding a bag of groceries | Source: Midjourney

A woman holding a bag of groceries | Source: Midjourney

It was Mark, chatting with Emma, our neighbor’s 25-year-old daughter who’d recently moved back to town. Her parents were so proud when she got into her internship after she studied interior design.

Now, she and Mark stood there laughing like old friends.

I almost called out to say hello, but something made me stop.

I ducked behind my car, hidden by the shadows and groceries, and listened.

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A couple on a porch | Source: Midjourney

“I can’t believe she hasn’t figured it out yet,” Emma said, her laughter ringing through the cool afternoon air.

Mark chuckled in response.

“She’s so busy with the kids and the house, Em. Lexie barely notices anything else. She’s gotten so gray, too. But she just brushes her hair the other way to cover it up. Honestly, she’s let herself go so much. She doesn’t even look like a woman to me anymore. She’s nothing compared to you, my princess.”

Emma giggled.

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A man holding his head | Source: Midjourney

“Well, lucky for you, mister, I’m here now. You can parade me all your want. And trust me, there’s no gray hair in sight.”

Then they kissed.

Kissed?!

I clutched a bag so tightly that I could feel the plastic starting to tear. My vision blurred with tears, the humiliation and rage coursing through me. They continued their conversation, the shameless flirting, all oblivious to my presence.

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A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

But other than those few tears, I didn’t cry properly. I didn’t scream or shout. I didn’t confront them.

Instead, I quietly carried the groceries inside, using the back door, and started my planning.

The next morning, I woke up with a calmness that surprised even me. I made Mark breakfast, his eggs fluffy and the bacon extra crispy. I made his coffee with a dash of cinnamon, just the way he liked it. I kissed him goodbye and waved cheerfully as he left for work.

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A plate of food | Source: Midjourney

Once he was gone, I walked next door and knocked on Emma’s door.

She opened it, visibly surprised.

“Oh! Hi, Mrs…Um, hi, Lexie,” she stammered, her smile overly bright.

“Hi, Emma,” I said warmly. “I was wondering if you could come over tomorrow evening. I could really use your advice on something.”

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A woman standing at a front door | Source: Midjourney

She blinked, her smile faltering.

“Advice? On what?”

“Well,” I hesitated, letting my voice sound unsure. “I’ve been thinking about redecorating the living room. Your parents mentioned you studied design, and I thought you could help pick out colors or furniture ideas. It’ll just take a little while.”

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A bohemian themed living room | Source: Midjourney

For a moment, doubt flickered in her eyes. Then she tilted her head, a sly smile forming.

“Oh, I’d love to help! What time?”

“I think seven will be fine? Dinner time!” I said, my own smile sweet and sincere. “Thanks so much, Emma. You’re a lifesaver.”

Emma showed up the next evening, dressed to impress. She greeted me with her usual cheerful demeanor, practically radiating confidence.

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A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

I welcomed her warmly and led her inside.

“Oh, before we get to the living room,” I said casually. “I wanted to show you a few things.”

I guided her though the house, pointing out key areas of domestic responsibility.

“Here’s the dishwasher. You’ll need to load it every night because Mark doesn’t bother, of course. The kids’ laundry goes here, but please, be sure to separate the loads, since they’re sensitive to different detergents.”

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A laundry room | Source: Midjourney

She just stared at me.

“Oh, and here’s the schedule for their after-school activities. You’ll need to pick them up on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but Wednesdays are free for errands. I’ve written down the plumber, electrician, and pediatrician’s numbers. Just in case.”

Emma’s smile faltered, her face growing pale.

“And this,” I said, leading her into the kitchen, where the smell of a roast chicken filled the room.

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A cozy kitchen | Source: Midjourney

“This is where you’ll prep all the meals. And let me tell you, other than the breakfasts, and different school and work lunches, there are snacks and desserts and it’s all just a lot. Mark likes his steak medium-rare, by the way. The kids will only eat steak if it’s cooked all the way through. The deader the better.”

She gasped.

“Don’t expect Mark to say thank you, manners are not his thing. The kids are picky eaters, I’m sorry to say, but you’ll figure it out.”

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Steak on a plate | Source: Midjourney

She stared at me, wide-eyed.

“Uh, Lexie. I’m not sure… I don’t think… I didn’t offer to babysit them.”

Just then, Mark walked in. His face went pale the moment he saw us.

“Lex, what’s going on?” he asked, his voice tight and high-pitched.

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A woman looking confused | Source: Midjourney

“Oh,” I said brightly. “I probably should have included you in this, too. But I’m just showing Emma how to run the house. Since you think I’ve let myself go, I figured that it’s time for me to prioritize myself. And also, maybe it’s time for me to find someone who sees me as his princess. Emma, you’ll be taking over everything I do. Good luck!”

Before either of them could respond, there was a knock on the door.

I opened it to reveal Emma’s parents. The same couple who often babysat my kids if I was in a bind.

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A shocked man | Source: Midjourney

“Oh! It smells delicious! I told Annie that you were going to make your roast chicken, Lexie,” Emma’s father said, joyfully.

“Thanks for coming, Anne and Howard. And thank you for raising such a helpful daughter,” I said. “She and Mark have grown so close that I thought it was time to make her part of the family.”

“Wait, what?” Anne asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

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A smiling man | Source: Midjourney

“I’m leaving and Emma’s going to take care of everything now! You must be so proud of your little girl.”

Emma’s mom looked confused. Her dad, on the other hand, livid.

“Emma,” her mom said. “Tell me that this isn’t true. Tell me that this isn’t what I think it is.”

“It’s not what it looks like!” Emma stammered.

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A close up of a woman | Source: Midjourney

Mark, ever the coward, tried to shift the blame.

“Lexie, this isn’t fair! Emma came to me! She came onto me!”

“Oh, did she?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “So, you’re saying that you’re not responsible for sneaking around with a 25-year-old while insulting your wife?”

He opened his mouth to argue, but Howard cut him off.

“Mark, this is on you. Emma, this is equally on you. Let’s leave. Now.”

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A man holding his head | Source: Midjourney

Emma shot me a venomous glare before storming out. Her parents followed, muttering a thousand apologies as they went.

Mark turned to me, desperation etched across his face.

“Lexie, please, babe,” he said. “Let’s talk about this. We’ve been together for so long… you owe me a conversation, at least.”

“Oh, sweetie,” I said. “We’ll talk, don’t you worry. My lawyer will call you tomorrow. But for now, I think you should pack your bags and leave.”

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An upset man | Source: Midjourney

“Where will I go?” he asked pathetically. “My family lives in a different state.”

“I don’t really care, Mark,” I said, taking the chicken out of the oven. “Go to a motel. Go to a friend. Join the circus.”

“And the kids? Where are the kids?”

“They’re with my sister. And they’ll stay there until you sort your nonsense out. You can tell them the truth after the lawyers work out a settlement. I’m not going down without a fight, Mark.”

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A roast chicken on a tray | Source: Midjourney

A week later, I heard through the grapevine that Emma had dumped Mark.

“It was fun while it lasted, but I didn’t sign up to play mom. To him or his kids.”

Two weeks later, Mark came back.

“What do you want?” I asked, seeing the bunch of flowers in his hand.

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A man holding a bouquet of flowers | Source: Midjourney

“I’ve been so miserable without you,” he said, practically begging. “Please, let me come back. Please, Lexie. We can fix this. I miss my kids. I miss our family.”

“I don’t care, Mark!” I blurted out. “I truly don’t care. Now, if you don’t have anything productive to do here, then leave. The kids are at a playdate, and I’m only fetching them in a few hours.”

Then, I closed the door, leaving him speechless.

An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

It’s been months since that night, and I’ve never been happier. I’ve rediscovered pieces of myself I thought were long gone. I’ve started taking up salsa dancing, and with that, my confidence, joy and freedom came flooding in.

Amid the chaos, my kids and I have found a new rhythm, one filled with laughter and love.

As for Mark? He’s still single. And from what I hear, Emma’s parents aren’t thrilled with her either. But Anne does bake cakes and pies and sends them over often. And Howard likes to rake up the leaves in our front yard.

Karma’s a funny thing, isn’t it?

A happy woman | Source: Midjourney

A happy woman | Source: Midjourney

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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