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Joan van Ark was born on June 16, 1943, in New York City, New York. Her parents were not connected to the film industry.

When Joan was a teenager acting in Denver, she met actress Julie Harris, and their lives would never be the same.

Julie pushed her to go to the highly regarded Yale Drama School and gain admission using a scholarship she had also set up.

Joan van Ark was born on June 16, 1943, in New York City, New York. Her parents were not connected to the film industry.

When Joan was a teenager acting in Denver, she met actress Julie Harris, and their lives would never be the same.

Julie pushed her to go to the highly regarded Yale Drama School and gain admission using a scholarship she had also set up.

This made Joan Van Ark the second-ever woman to enroll at the Drama School

She [Harris] wrote to the dean and asked him to meet me. “Long story short, my parents drove me to New Haven, Connecticut, to meet the dean, who gave me a scholarship,” Joan recalled.” It was meant to be.” Joan went on to perform in the theatre for a few years, but her real passion was in Television.

Temperature’s Rising, Spider-Woman, and Days of Our Lives

Joan achieved enormous renown as a result of her roles in Temperature’s Rising, Spider-Woman, Days of Our Lives, and even one Bonanza episode. But her role as Valene Ewing on Dallas in 1978 was where she first achieved great popularity. She ended up playing the most important role she has ever had.

Because of how popular the show was, Joan appeared on its spin-off, Knots Landing. a program that was actually written prior to Dallas. Dallas was initially chosen by the producers because it was the best option for portraying affluent households at the time. Joan was then forced to play the same part in Dallas instead of joining the Knots Landing cast.

13 Seasons of Knots Landing ensued for Joan Van Ark

The person who actually convinced Joan to accept the part while already working on two other projects was her husband, renowned newscaster John Marshall. There was a moment when Val Ewing’s mother was scheduled to make her television debut. Surprise, surprise—Julie Harris was chosen for the position. The person who mattered the most to her in all the world was this.

“When the producers told me they had finally last someone to play my mother, I held my breath,” she recalled in a 1984 interview with Florida Today. “I thought, ‘Oh my God, are they going to say Phyllis Diller or Zsa Zsa Gabor, or who?’ Then they said it was Julie Harris, and I went right through the roof. I couldn’t believe they had picked her to be my mother. They didn’t even know we were friends.”

327 Episodes later, Joan Van Ark was ready for new ventures

13 Seasons and 327 episodes later, Joan left a season before the show saw its final season air. She knew many blamed her leaving on the cancellation of the show, but she was ready for new adventures. “I have loved more than life the 13 years I’ve had on that show,” she said. “[Knots Landing creator] David Jacobs is a great influence on my life, has taught me so much about so many things.”

Ted [Shackelford] is the other half of every breath I take on the show, and personally, he’s a large part of my heart. The people are my family–we have shared marriages, deaths, and divorces. It’s far more difficult to leave than I thought.” Joan thereafter appeared on The Young and The Restless as Gloria Fisher.

In high school, John Marshall first met Joan, and the two quickly got married. They have a lovely daughter named Vanessa Marshall who works in the entertainment industry at the moment. After 56 years of marriage, the pair is still very much in love and leads extremely private lives away from the spotlight.

78 years old with a net worth of $10 million

At 78 years old, Joan has amassed a $10 million net worth and is still as gorgeous as ever when seen out and about in Los Angeles. She was last seen three years ago and was just seen paying for parking at a meter while wearing workout clothes and a ponytail.

She co-starred in the 2017 television film Psycho Wedding Crasher, which was her most recent and final appearance on screen.

Joan Van Ark, who has worked in the film industry for the past 50 years, has joined The Actor’s Studio as a life member. What an icon!

My Sister Showed Up After 15 Years of Silence, Begging for Help, but Her Visit Shattered My Family — Story of the Day

Fifteen years of marriage felt unshakable—until the night my estranged sister, Megan, showed up at my door with nothing but a suitcase and a storm of secrets. What began as an unexpected reunion unraveled into betrayal, lies, and truths I never imagined. Because of that night, my world changed forever.

My husband, Michael, and I sat together in the kitchen, the soft glow of candlelight creating a romantic atmosphere. We were celebrating our 15th wedding anniversary, and I felt special wearing the exquisite earrings Michael had given me earlier.

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Their delicate sparkle caught my eye as I glanced at their reflection in my wine glass.

Everything about the moment felt warm and perfect, a quiet escape from life’s usual worries.

Michael lifted his glass with a smile. “Here’s to us,” he said, his voice warm. “To fifteen years of marriage, to love, and to sticking together through all the challenges.”

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We clinked glasses, but my chest tightened. I understood what he meant by challenges.

He was thinking of the heartbreak we had endured, the years of trying for a child, only to discover Michael was infertile.

A sudden knock broke the silence. I frowned. “Who would show up at this hour?” I asked.

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Michael sighed. “If it’s Tom, tell him I’m not here.” I knew why—he still hadn’t returned Tom’s hammer.

I laughed, shaking my head, and went to answer the door. But as I opened it, my breath caught.

My heart seemed to stop. Standing there was someone I hadn’t seen in fifteen years.

“Megan…” I whispered, staring at her in disbelief.

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“Hi, sis,” she replied softly, her face pale and tired.

“What… what are you doing here?” I managed to ask, stepping aside to let her in. She dragged a small suitcase behind her, the wheels scraping against the floor.

“I… I left Henry,” she said, her voice trembling. Her eyes filled with tears as she struggled to speak. “I didn’t know where else to go. I have no one left. But if you don’t want me here, I’ll understand.”

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Before she could say more, I pulled her into a hug. I hadn’t seen my younger sister in 15 years.

The years, the distance, the reason for her leaving—all of it faded as I held her tightly. She hugged me back, her body shaking as she sobbed into my shoulder.

“Where’s your son?” I asked after a moment, stepping back to look at her. Megan had moved to another state when she got pregnant, and I hadn’t heard from her since.

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“She’s a girl. Rose,” Megan said, wiping her eyes. “She’s at a camp right now. I didn’t want to involve her in all this yet.”

I nodded, unsure what to say.

Just then, Michael’s voice called from the kitchen. “Did you tell Tom I wasn’t here, and he stormed off in a huff?” He walked into the room, holding his glass. When his eyes landed on Megan, he froze.

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“Hi, Michael,” Megan said, her voice sharp and cold.

Michael’s face tightened. “Hello,” he muttered before turning and walking out of the room without another word.

“Don’t mind him,” I said quickly, trying to ease the tension. “You know how he is.”

“Unfortunately, I do,” Megan replied, her tone colder than before.

Megan and I sat at the kitchen table while I prepared us some tea. The quiet clinking of the cups felt heavy, like the calm before a storm.

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Once we sat down, I looked at her and asked softly, “What happened with Henry?”

She sighed, her shoulders slumping as if the weight of her story had been crushing her. “It was awful from the start—well, not right away,” she said. “After Rose was born, things seemed okay for a little while. I thought we could make it work.”

Her face tightened. “But then Henry changed. He became cruel, distant. He wouldn’t help with Rose. I spent everything I had on her because he wouldn’t give me a dime.”

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I frowned. “You mean he refused to support his own child?”

Megan nodded. “When I demanded support, he made everything worse. He yelled, threatened… it was unbearable.” Her hands trembled as she spoke, and I felt my chest tighten.

Megan avoided giving too many details about Henry, but her broken tone and tired eyes told me enough.

“Why didn’t you call me?” I asked, my voice trembling. “Why go through all of that alone? I would’ve been there for you.”

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She looked away, her hands gripping the edge of the table. “Helen, stop. We both know why. After what I did… you wouldn’t have forgiven me. Not that easily.”

I shook my head, frustrated and hurt. “You’re my sister. I would’ve helped you, no matter what. But you blocked my number. You didn’t even tell me how to find you. You cut me off completely.”

“I was young,” she said, her voice breaking. “I was stupid and guilty. I thought you hated me.”

I sighed and pulled her into a hug. “I never hated you,” I whispered.

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After a while, I sent Megan to the guest room to rest. I made my way to the bedroom, where Michael lay on the bed with his back to the door. I recognized this posture. He only did that when he was upset.

“Why are you sulking?” I asked.

“You know why,” he muttered without turning to face me.

“Is it because of Megan?” I pressed.

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Michael sat up suddenly, his face tight with anger. “Do you not remember how she left, Helen? She stole from you! She took your things, blocked your number, and vanished!”

“I know,” I said quietly. “But it’s been so many years.”

“She took your wedding ring!” he snapped. “And other jewelry. How can you forget that?”

“Maybe she’s changed,” I said.

“People don’t change,” he said, lying back down and turning away from me again. His voice was flat, final, as if no other possibility could exist.

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Megan stayed with us for a few days. Each day, Michael’s irritation seemed to grow.

He avoided Megan completely, barely looking at her or speaking a single word. Then, one morning, I went to grab my earrings—the ones Michael gave me for our anniversary—and they were gone.

My heart sank as I searched the jewelry box again, hoping I had overlooked them, but they weren’t there.

“Michael, have you seen my earrings?” I asked, already feeling uneasy.

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“No,” he said, his voice sharp, “but I have a pretty good idea where they are.”

“Stop it. She wouldn’t do something like that,” I said, trying to defend Megan.

“Fool me once…” he muttered, letting the unfinished sentence hang in the air.

“I’ll talk to her,” I said firmly. I headed toward the guest room, hearing Michael’s footsteps close behind me.

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I knocked softly and waited until Megan called out, “Come in.” Pushing the door open, I stepped inside. “Have you seen my earrings?” I asked.

“I don’t even know what they look like,” Megan said.

“Then you won’t mind if I check around?” I asked.

“Go ahead,” Megan said, but then added, her tone sharp, “Wait. Do you think I took them?”

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“I’m just trying to find them,” I replied, feeling a knot of guilt in my chest.

“Where else would they be?” Michael said from the doorway. “It’s not the first time you’ve stolen.”

Megan’s head snapped toward him, her eyes flashing with anger.

I carefully searched through Megan’s things, feeling both tense and guilty. When I found nothing, I let out a quiet breath of relief.

Then my eyes landed on a book with a thick bookmark sticking out. Something about it caught my attention. I opened it, and there they were—my earrings.

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“Megan…” I said, holding them up.

Her face twisted with shock. “I swear, I don’t know how they got there!” she said.

Michael stood behind me, his expression smug. “Maybe you didn’t take anything last time, either?”

Megan’s eyes burned with fury. Her hands balled into fists as she turned toward him. “Enough! I’ve kept quiet for 15 years, but I’m done. I’m telling her the truth!”

Michael’s face changed. For the first time, he looked truly afraid.

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“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“Do you know who Rose’s real father is?” Megan spat. “Michael!”

“What?” I said, my voice rising. “That’s impossible. Michael can’t have children. Why are you lying?”

“He can,” Megan said sharply. “He just didn’t want to. That’s why he got rid of me when I told him I was pregnant.”

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“Megan, stop,” I said. “Just admit you took the earrings. There’s no need for this.”

“I’m not lying!” Megan shouted. “We slept together. Once. We were drunk. When I told him I was pregnant, he wanted me to get rid of the baby. When I refused, he gave me your jewelry and told me to disappear.”

Tears filled my eyes as I turned to Michael. “Michael? Is any of this true? Do you have anything to say?” I asked.

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He stayed silent, his head bowed.

Megan’s voice broke as she continued. “He pushed me to be with Henry. He wanted me gone. I’ve suffered for all these years because of him!”

Tears streamed down my face. I couldn’t believe the man I had trusted for so many years, my husband, had done something so cruel.

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“We got married right after Megan left,” I said, my voice breaking. “How could you lie to me for so long? How could you keep this from me?”

Michael’s face twisted, and his voice shook. “And you believe her? After everything? You’re taking her word over mine?”

“I believed you for too long,” I said, anger rising in my chest. “You made me think you were infertile. You knew how much I wanted children, and you married me anyway. You lied to me about everything!”

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“He got a vasectomy right after he found out I was pregnant,” Megan added quietly, her words hitting me like another blow.

Michael opened his mouth, trying to speak, but I cut him off. “Leave,” I said, my voice firm.

“But—” he began, his tone desperate.

“Get. Out,” I said again, my voice shaking but steady.

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He stared at me for a long moment, then sighed and walked out. The slam of the front door echoed through the house.

I collapsed to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. Megan knelt beside me and wrapped her arms around me, holding me tightly.

“I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you as an older sister. I should have protected you.”

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“And I’m sorry for staying silent,” Megan replied softly.

I wiped my tears and looked at her. “We’ll bring Rose here. You’ll stay with me. We’ll figure it out together.”

Megan nodded, and we stayed there, holding each other. But I felt relief. The truth was finally out.

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