Jaclyn Smith’s Surprising Love Story: How a Doctor Who Saved Her Father Became Her Soulmate at 51!

Jaclyn Smith, famous for her role in *Charlie’s Angels*, was married three times before she found true love with Dr. Brad Allen. Together, they faced many challenges, including her fight with cancer, which caused her a lot of worry.

In 1976, ABC launched the iconic show *Charlie’s Angels*, and Jaclyn Smith became a household name. She quickly rose to fame, and her role earned her many awards, including a Golden Globe nomination.

After *Charlie’s Angels*, Jaclyn appeared in many movies and TV shows. However, she wanted more than just a successful career. She dreamed of having a family, being married, and finding true love before starting a family. But finding the right person wasn’t easy for her.

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Jaclyn Smith was married three times before she found the right person, but her past relationships led her to the love of her life. Before becoming famous on *Charlie’s Angels*, she was married to actor Roger Davis from 1968 to 1975.

In 1976, during the time *Charlie’s Angels* was on the air, Jaclyn met her second husband when Dennis Cole guest-starred on the show. They married in 1978, but they separated in 1981. Despite the challenges, Jaclyn remained determined to find true love.

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In 1981, Jaclyn married Tony Richmond, a well-known filmmaker. It seemed like she had finally found the right person to start her family. They had two children together: Gaston in 1982 and Spencer Margaret in 1985.

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Being a mother became Jaclyn’s main focus. It was much more important than acting or any career. In 2017, she told People:

“The love that you have for your children, it’s like, ‘Oh my God. But this is even bigger — there are no words.”

Sadly, her relationship with their father ended, and they separated in 1989. But the fourth time was the charm. She met Dr. Brad Allen and married him in 1997. Their meeting seemed like something from a movie.

The surgeon, Dr. Brad Allen, had saved her father’s life, and after the surgery, Jaclyn’s mother encouraged him to speak with her. He later walked her to the hospital parking garage so she wouldn’t be alone.

Jaclyn fell in love with him because she saw “a purity of heart” in Allen, as she told *Closer Weekly* in 2014. Now, they are celebrating their 27th anniversary on October 11, and their love has stayed strong, showing that everyone can find the right person if they try enough times.

**Brad Allen: A Great Stepfather and Support During Cancer**

Jaclyn’s most important role is being a mother, and she’s also a grandmother now. But finding the right man meant marrying someone who could love her children, even if he wasn’t their biological father.

Brad Allen was perfect. He became a loving stepfather to Gaston and Spencer. However, their love would face a big test in 2002 that could have ended their relationship.

Jaclyn takes her health seriously and sees her doctors regularly. So, she went for a routine checkup in 2002. The doctor said they needed to do a biopsy on some of her breast tissue.

A biopsy doesn’t always mean something serious, and Jaclyn thought it would be fine. But a few days later, she was busy with errands and preparing for a trip to New York with Spencer, and didn’t expect bad news.

When Jaclyn entered the doctor’s office, she remembered the doctor asking if she “was alone.” Looking back, she said that was the first sign something was wrong. After that, the doctor gave her the news.

Jaclyn had cancer in her left breast. Luckily, it was small, and doctors found it early because she had regular mammograms. Still, hearing she had cancer was scary, and Jaclyn “panicked.”

All Jaclyn could think about was her trip to New York with her daughter, who was going to study dance with Alvin Ailey. Her daughter was still in high school, and Jaclyn was worried about both of them. Her son, who is four years older, was also on her mind.

Luckily, the doctor said her outlook was good, and they could use a gentle approach to treat it. But Jaclyn didn’t want that. She immediately asked for a mastectomy:

“I said right then, ‘Just take my breast off. I don’t want to deal with it.’ I just wanted to get it over with.”

Jaclyn later said she was not thinking clearly at the time. Her fear was too strong, and it guided her decision. That same day, she met with a surgeon. After calming down, she got in her car and called her family.

Both Brad Allen and Jaclyn’s mother didn’t want to believe the news about her cancer at first. But soon, they joined her in Los Angeles when they realized how serious it was. For Jaclyn, the hardest part was how little she knew about breast cancer.

She felt scared and couldn’t sleep, feeling overwhelmed. She was alone at the time and cried every morning during those first few days after hearing the news. “I went to a dark place. But then I read and educated myself,” Jaclyn said.

Luckily, Jaclyn was not alone in this. She had her loved ones to support her, and she also received comfort from her friends. One of her close friends, Kate Jackson, who was her co-star on “Charlie’s Angels,” had gone through breast cancer herself and helped guide her.

Once Jaclyn learned more about her condition, everything seemed clearer. The doctor told her that the cancer hadn’t spread to her lymph nodes, which made the treatment simpler. She wouldn’t need chemotherapy, which had been one of her biggest worries.

Jaclyn decided not to go through with the mastectomy. Instead, she had a lumpectomy and went through eight weeks of radiation after carefully considering her options. During this time, she was still busy with her career, working on her Kmart clothing line and home goods brand.

Jaclyn also appeared in the 2003 movie *Charlie’s Angels: Full Throttle* alongside Drew Barrymore, Cameron Diaz, and Lucy Liu. At the same time, she had a regular role on Craig T. Nelson’s show *The District*. But it wasn’t easy for her.

She explained, “I’d gone off hormones, so I did have some hot flashes. But I had so much love surrounding me, and work really made me feel good about myself too.”

Jaclyn said it was “amazing” how she went from being terrified to educating herself about the situation. In the end, she found the strength to fight for her health. She believes in facing fears head-on, a lesson she often shares with her children.

Most importantly, Jaclyn hopes everyone gets regular checkups because the best way to treat cancer is to catch it early. She shared that her mammogram the year before was perfect, with no signs of any issues. But just one year can make a big difference in your health.

I Woke up with a Stranger’s Baby in My Arms and a Note in Her Little Hands

They say miracles come when you least expect them. But as I sat in the park, drowsy from another failed fertility treatment, I never imagined waking up with a newborn baby in my arms and a note in her tiny hands that would shatter my world into a million pieces.

Some days change your life forever. For me, it was an ordinary Tuesday in September when my world turned upside down. I’m Grace, 35 years old, and for eight years, my husband Joshua and I have tried desperately to have a child. We’ve endured countless treatments, shed more tears than I can count, and watched our dreams slip away month after month…😔💔

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A woman holding a plastic doll of a newborn baby | Source: Midjourney

That afternoon, I had just left another disappointing appointment at the fertility clinic. Dr. Rivera’s words still echoed in my head, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Thompson. The latest round wasn’t successful.”

The drive home was a blur. I pulled over twice, unable to see through my tears. As if mocking my situation, the radio played a commercial for diapers, and I had to turn it off.

Eight years of this emotional rollercoaster had taken its toll on both of us. Joshua and I barely talked about it anymore, the silence between us growing with each failed attempt.

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A sad woman in a car | Source: Midjourney

I couldn’t face going home right away.

Joshua would be there, trying to be strong for both of us, and I couldn’t bear to see the hope die in his eyes one more time.

So I went to Riverside Park, our quiet haven in the chaos of the city.

“Just need to clear my head,” I mumbled to myself, settling onto a sun-warmed bench. The medication always made me drowsy, and before I knew it, my eyes were drifting closed.

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A wooden bench in a park | Source: Unsplash

The gentle cooing of pigeons and the distant laughter of children must have roused me from my medication-induced slumber.

As my eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the late afternoon sun, I realized everything had changed.

In my arms was a sleeping newborn baby girl, swaddled in a pale yellow blanket. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming.

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A baby swaddled in a pale yellow blanket | Source: Midjourney

“Oh God, oh God!” I jerked upright, trying not to jostle the infant even as panic seized my chest. My eyes darted wildly around the park. “Hello? Please, is anyone there? This baby… whose baby is this?”

That’s when I noticed the note, clutched in her tiny fist like a lifeline. With trembling fingers, I carefully unfolded the paper. The handwriting was rushed, almost frantic:

“Her name’s Andrea. I can’t take care of her anymore. Now she’s yours. Forgive me for everything. Don’t look for me. You’ll never find me. Take care of her. Goodbye.”

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A woman holding a piece of paper | Source: Midjourney

My heart was pounding so hard I could barely breathe.

Next to the bench was a diaper bag, packed with everything a newborn would need — formula, diapers, a few onesies, and even a small stuffed rabbit with a pink bow.

I fumbled for my phone, nearly dropping it as I dialed Joshua.

“Grace? Aren’t you supposed to be at the clinic?” he was alarmed.

“Josh, I need you. Now. Something’s happened. Someone left a baby with me in the park. She was… she was just sleeping in my arms. I don’t know what to do.”

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A woman holding a phone | Source: Unsplash

There was a long pause. “Don’t move. I’m coming right now.”

“Josh, I’m scared,” I whispered, looking down at the peaceful face of this mysterious baby. “What if someone’s looking for her? What if something’s wrong?”

“Stay calm, honey. I’ll be there in ten minutes. Just… just keep her safe.”

While I waited, I couldn’t help but study the little one’s perfect little face. She couldn’t have been more than a few weeks old. Her skin was so soft, her tiny pink fingers curled into fists. Despite the insanity of the situation, something in my heart felt… weird.

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A baby fast asleep | Source: Unsplash

An elderly woman walked by, smiling at us. “What a beautiful baby,” she said. “How old is she?”

My throat tightened. “Just a few weeks.”

“Treasure every moment,” she advised. “They grow up so fast.”

If only she knew.

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An older lady talking to a young woman | Source: Midjourney

Joshua’s car screeched to a halt at the park entrance fifteen minutes later. He ran toward us, his face brimming with confusion and concern.

“Oh my God,” he whispered, staring at the sleeping little angel. “Is this real?”

“I don’t know what to do,” I said, tears finally spilling over. “We need to go to the police, right?”

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A startled woman | Source: Midjourney

He nodded, running a hand through his hair, a nervous habit I knew well. “Yeah, we do. But first, is she okay? Does she need anything?”

As if on cue, Andrea began to stir, her face scrunching up. Before she could cry, I found myself swaying her gently, the way I’d always imagined I would with our own baby.

“Shh, it’s okay, little one,” I whispered. “We’ll figure this out.”

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Grayscale of a woman holding a baby | Source: Unsplash

Joshua watched us, confused and happy at the same time. “You look so natural with her, Grace,” he said softly.

“Don’t,” I warned. “This isn’t… we can’t think like that. We need to do the right thing.”

He nodded, but I could see the longing in his eyes. The same longing I’d been fighting all these years.

“Let’s go to the police station,” he said finally. “They’ll know what to do.”

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A sad man | Source: Midjourney

The police station buzzed with activity. As officers pored over security footage from the park, I noticed the face of the woman who abandoned the baby was frustratingly blurry, thwarting attempts to identify her.

Meanwhile, social services were notified, and I found myself repeating my story countless times.

“No, I didn’t see anyone… Yes, I was asleep… The note was in her hand when I woke up…”

A kind officer named Brooke brought us coffee and a bottle of milk for Andrea. “You’re doing the right thing,” she assured us. “We’ll figure out where she belongs.”

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A lady police officer smiling | Source: Pexels

Through it all, I couldn’t let go of Andrea. She needed a diaper change, and Officer Brooke directed me to a small bathroom.

That’s when everything changed again.

As I carefully changed the baby’s diaper, I saw it — a small, distinctive birthmark on the inside of her thigh.

My heart stopped.

It was identical to Joshua’s, the same mark I’d traced with my finger countless times over our years together.

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A woman changing a baby’s diaper | Source: Pexels

The world turned upside down. And memories flashed through my mind. Joshua working late last year, the strange calls he’d take in another room, and the distance that had grown between us.

I walked back out to the waiting area on shaky legs. Joshua was talking to an officer, his back to me.

“Josh,” I called out. “I need to show you something.”

In a quiet corner of the station, I showed him the birthmark. The color drained from his face in an instant.

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A stunned woman | Source: Midjourney

“Is there something you need to tell me?” I asked, my teary eyes boring into his. “Are you hiding something from me, Josh?”

He sank into a chair, head in his hands. “Grace, I… I can explain.”

“Then explain.”

“Remember last year, when I was working late on the Miller account?” He couldn’t meet my eyes.

“Tell me… I’m all ears.”

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An anxious man | Source: Midjourney

“There was this woman, Kira. She was going through a divorce, and we started talking. She knew about our struggles to have a baby…”

“Did you sleep with her?”

His silence was answer enough.

“It was just a few weeks,” he finally confessed. “We ended it. I never knew she was pregnant. I swear, Grace, I had no idea.”

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A romantic couple in bed | Source: Pexels

I felt like I was underwater, everything muffled and distant. “While I was taking hormones and going through painful procedures, you were having an AFFAIR?”

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I never meant for any of this to happen.”

I looked down at Andrea, still sleeping peacefully, unaware of the chaos she’d brought into our lives.

“How could you do this to us?” I cried, staring at Joshua… the man I loved. And trusted unconditionally.

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An emotional woman | Source: Midjourney

“I was lost,” he said, his eyes pleading. “Watching you go through all those treatments, seeing how much pain you were in… I couldn’t handle it. Kira was just… there.”

“And now her baby… your baby… is here. With us.”

The DNA test later confirmed what we already knew. Andrea was Joshua’s daughter.

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Close-up of a newborn baby | Source: Unsplash

That night, in our too-quiet house, with Andrea asleep in a hastily purchased bassinet, I finally broke down.

“Do you know what it’s been like? Everyone questioning why I couldn’t give you a child. The pitying looks. The suggestions to ‘just relax and it’ll happen.’ And all this time while you…”

Joshua reached for me, but I backed away. “Don’t. Just… don’t.”

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A heartbroken woman | Source: Midjourney

“I know I messed up, Grace. But please, can we try to work through this? For Andrea’s sake?”

I looked at the sleeping baby. Despite everything, my heart swelled with love for her. She was innocent in all of this.

“I don’t know how to forgive you,” I admitted.

“I don’t know how to forgive myself,” he replied.

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A distressed man | Source: Midjourney

Days turned into weeks. We started therapy, trying to rebuild what was broken. Some days were harder than others.

My sister thought I was crazy for staying. “He cheated on you, Grace! File for divorce!”

But as I held Andrea each night, watching her tiny chest rise and fall, I knew it wasn’t that simple. Love rarely is.

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A woman carrying a baby | Source: Pexels

“I don’t know if I can ever trust you again,” I told Joshua one evening as we sat on opposite ends of the couch.

He nodded, his eyes glistening. “I understand. But I’m not giving up on us.”

It’s been months since the stormy revelation of my husband’s affair and the baby that resulted from it. As I rock Andrea to sleep every night, I realize that life doesn’t always follow the path we imagined. Sometimes it takes unexpected turns, bringing us gifts wrapped in challenges.

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A heartbroken man holding his head | Source: Midjourney

Yes, Joshua betrayed me, and that pain won’t fade overnight. But looking down at this precious little girl in my arms, I know I can’t walk away. Not from her, and maybe not from us either.

Healing takes time. Trust needs to be rebuilt, slowly and steadily. But as Andrea’s tiny fingers wrap around mine, I feel a glimmer of hope. Perhaps this isn’t the family we planned for, but it’s ours now. And maybe, just maybe, we can find our way to a new kind of happiness… one day at a time.

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Grayscale of a woman holding a baby | Source: Pexels

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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