Blake Christopher O’Donnell and Teresa Garofalow Westervelt tied the knot in a stunning ceremony on August 16, 2024. Surrounded by family and friends, the couple exchanged vows in a celebration that was nothing short of magical.
Rosie O’Donnell, Blake’s proud mom, shared her joy on social media, posting heartwarming photos from the day. “Awwww… #newlyweds –\Blake and Teresa O’Donnell #loveuso,” she captioned one image of the couple gazing lovingly at each other.
The wedding was filled with special moments, including Anne Steele, Blake’s stepmother, singing her original song “Timeless” for the couple’s first dance. “It was my honor to sing…I will never forget it,” Anne shared in her post.
The reception was a lively affair, with guests dancing the night away on a smoke-machine-infused dance floor. Teresa, later changing into a different dress and sneakers, and Blake were seen jumping by the DJ booth as sparkles lit up the scene.
Rosie also posted a touching tribute to her late mother, Roseanne O’Donnell, with a “memory table” at the wedding, commemorating loved ones who couldn’t be there.
We extend our heartfelt congratulations to the beautiful couple and wish them everlasting love and happiness!
I Discovered My Husband Claims I’m His Child’s Caretaker Whom He Keeps Employed Due to Pity — I Enacted My Retribution Shortly Afterwards
When Megan visited her husband’s office with his favorite lunch to surprise him, she learned a startling secret from his receptionist. Megan found out that her husband had been telling everyone she’s merely his kid’s nanny, allowing him to act freely at work.
Recently, I discovered that my husband has been telling everyone that I am merely his child’s nanny, one he keeps out of pity.
What?
It was an ordinary day, and I decided to surprise my husband with lunch from his favorite fast food place. We had both been working long hours lately and had little time to connect.
This was my first visit to Ben’s new office, and I was excited about surprising him.
“Hi, honey,” he said, answering his phone as I parked the car. “I’m just on a call; I’ll be done soon.”
I didn’t really want to talk to him; I just wanted to make sure he was there.
I got out of the car, grabbed the takeout bag, feeling a thrill. When Ben and I were first married, we often surprised each other at work or met up spontaneously.
It was the spark that kept our marriage alive.
Ben’s office was sleek and modern. I walked in, and a friendly receptionist greeted me with a bright smile.
“Good afternoon!” she said. “You’re Mr. Link’s nanny, right? Is something wrong with the kids? Should I buzz him, or do you want to go straight up?”
I nearly dropped the bag of food.
“Excuse me?” I asked, my heart racing.
The receptionist looked puzzled, as if unsure if she’d misspoken or if I hadn’t heard her right.
“Aren’t you Mr. Link’s nanny?” she repeated, her smile fading.
I took a deep breath, trying to process her words.
“No, I’m not the nanny,” I said. “I’m his wife, Mrs. Megan Link.”
Her eyes widened in shock, and she quickly looked around to ensure no one else was listening.
“Oh my God,” she said. “I am so sorry! I had no idea! Please, come with me.”
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