Angelina Jolie through the years: The star’s life in photos

Angelina Jolie and Jon Voight

Angelina Jolie has lived her whole life in front of the spotlight. She was born to father, Jon Voight, and mother, Marcheline Bertrand in 1975. Now, on her 46th birthday, see her evolution through the years in the limelight.

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Jolie clings tight to father, Jon Voight, in 1980.

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Angelina Jolie, Jamie Haven and Jon Voight attend the Academy Awards in 1986.

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Angelina Jolie, Jon Voight, and Jamie Haven at the 60th Academy Awards.

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Jolie starts life in front of the camera while modeling a bikini in 1991.

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Jolie attends the premiere of “Wallace” in 1997.

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Jolie at the premiere of “Gia” in 1998.

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Jolie goes blonde for the SAG Awards in 1999.

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Angelina Jolie and Billy Bob Thornton get close at the “Gone in 60 Seconds” premiere. The two were married from 2000 to 2003.

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Jolie smolders in a beige dress at the “Taking Lives” premiere in 2004.

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Jolie out with baby Maddox in 2003.

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Jolie arrives to the Venice Film Festival in 2004.

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Jolie beams next to Brad Pitt at the premiere of “Mr. and Mrs. Smith” in 20o5. The two began their relationship while filming the movie while Pitt was still married to Jennifer Aniston.

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Jolie films “Life or Something Like It” with a platinum blond wig.

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Pitt and Jolie attend the premiere of “God Grew Tired Of Us” in 2007.

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Angelina Jolie steps out with Maddox and Shiloh

Jolie steps out with Maddox and Shiloh in 2007.

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Angelina Jolie steps onto the red carpet while pregnant in 2008.

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Pitt and Jolie attend the SAG Awards in 2009.

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Jolie out with her children in 2011.

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Jolie showing off some leg at the Academy Awards in 2012.

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Pitt and Jolie attend the “Maleficent” premiere in 2014. The two filed for divorce in 2016.

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Pax Jolie-Pitt and Angelina Jolie attend the Netflix Golden Globes in 2018.

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Angelina Jolie attends the "Maleficent" premiere with her kids, Vivienne, Zahara, Shiloh and Knox in 2019.

Angelina Jolie attends the “Maleficent” premiere with her kids, Vivienne, Zahara, Shiloh and Knox in 2019.

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Jolie beams with her daughter, Vivenne, in 2020. While Jolie hasn’t acted in a movie since 2019’s Maleficent, she has stayed in the spotlight as her custody battle with ex, Brad Pitt, rages on.

I Found My Late Husband’s Old Wristwatch in My Second Husband’s Nightstand Drawer

When Angela stumbles upon her late husband’s wristwatch inside her second husband Bryan’s nightstand drawer, her world shatters. She confronts Bryan, but his answers reveal a devastating truth that tears her life apart.

I don’t know how to begin, but maybe it’s best if I just tell it as it happened. There are days that start out ordinary, and then, in the blink of an eye, everything changes. This was one of those days.

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A thoughtful woman | Source: Midjourney

I was tidying up the house, keeping busy, keeping my mind from wandering too much into the past. Bryan’s side of the bed was its usual mess, with socks kicked off hurriedly and his nightstand drawer slightly open.

I wasn’t snooping, I swear, but something about that open drawer caught my eye. Maybe it was just instinct, or maybe it was fate pushing me toward the truth.

When I opened it fully, I didn’t expect to find anything out of the ordinary. But then I saw it.

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An open drawer | Source: Pexels

A wristwatch. And not just any wristwatch. It had belonged to my late husband Jeff. The one I gave him on our first anniversary, with the words “Forever Yours, A.” engraved on the back. My heart stopped and literally skipped a beat as I picked it up with trembling hands.

I knew that watch like I knew my heartbeat. But it shouldn’t be here. Bryan didn’t even know Jeff. I only met him six months after Jeff died. I felt a cold wave of confusion wash over me.

How could Bryan have this? It didn’t make sense. Nothing about this made sense.

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A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

I dropped the watch, my hands shaking too much to hold onto it. It fell to the carpet with a soft thud, but the noise echoed in my head like a bomb going off.

When Bryan came home that evening, I didn’t even let him take off his coat before I confronted him. My voice was tight, barely controlled, as I held up the watch in front of him.

“Where did you get this?”

The look on his face told me everything and nothing at the same time.

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A man with an unreadable expression | Source: Midjourney

He went pale, eyes wide like he’d seen a ghost. He just stared at the watch, his mouth opening and closing like he couldn’t find the words. The silence stretched between us, thick and heavy, until I thought I might scream just to break it.

Finally, Bryan spoke, but his voice was so soft that I had to strain to hear him. “I… I didn’t want you to find out like this.”

“Find out what?” I snapped, my frustration bubbling over.

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An angry woman | Source: Midjourney

He looked away, running a hand through his hair, his whole body tense like he was bracing for impact. “Angela, there’s something I need to tell you. Something I should have told you from the beginning, but I didn’t know how.”

I felt a chill run down my spine. “What are you talking about?”

“Jeff was… Jeff was my brother.”

I stared at him, my mind rejecting the words. It felt like someone had punched me in the stomach, and I couldn’t breathe.

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A woman gasping in shock | Source: Midjourney

“Your brother? But Jeff never said he had a brother… and you never said anything either. We’ve been married three years! How could you—”

“I didn’t just not say anything, Angela. I hid it. Years ago, I changed my name, left the country, and cut all ties with my past. I was bitter, angry, and I couldn’t stand being around my family anymore. Jeff and I had a falling out. A big one. And I thought the only way to move on was to leave it all behind, including him.”

Bryan’s voice cracked, and he looked at me with such sorrow in his eyes that it made my heart ache.

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A sad man | Source: Midjourney

“I didn’t know Jeff was gone until months later. By the time I came back, it was too late. He was already dead. I went to his grave, and that’s when I saw you.”

I could feel tears prickling at the corners of my eyes, but I blinked them back, refusing to let them fall. “You saw me there? At Jeff’s grave?”

Bryan nodded, his hands shaking. “Yes. I didn’t know who you were at first, but when I found out, I… I don’t know, Angela. I was drawn to you.”

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A thoughtful man | Source: Midjourney

“Maybe it was guilt, or maybe it was something else, but I couldn’t stay away. And then… then we fell in love.”

I felt like the room was spinning. This man, the one I had trusted, had kept this from me? This wasn’t just some mistake; this was my entire life, everything I thought I knew, turned upside down.

“But the watch,” I managed to say, my voice shaking as much as my hands. “How did you get Jeff’s watch?”

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A woman speaking to her husband | Source: Midjourney

“After I came back, I found my mother at Jeff’s grave. She forgave me, even though I didn’t deserve it. And she gave me this,” he gestured to the watch, his voice heavy with regret. “It was the only thing she had left of Jeff. A way to make peace, she said. I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid you’d hate me.”

I stood there, staring at the man I thought I knew, and I couldn’t make sense of anything anymore.

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Close up of a woman’s face | Source: Midjourney

His words kept circling in my head, wrapping tighter around my heart, choking the life out of me. Jeff’s brother. How had I missed it? How could I have been so blind?

“Angela, please,” he started, taking a step closer. But I held up my hand to stop him, needing distance, needing to breathe. I couldn’t look at him without seeing all the lies, all the secrets that had been hiding in plain sight.

“I… I can’t do this,” I said, my voice sounding foreign, hollow.

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A woman standing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

The room felt like it was closing in on me, the walls pushing in until there was no space left to think, to feel anything but the overwhelming weight of betrayal.

“Angela, listen to me,” Bryan pleaded, his voice breaking. “I know I should have told you from the beginning, but I didn’t want to lose you.”

“But you already have,” I whispered, barely able to say the words out loud. They hurt too much, like shards of glass scraping against my throat.

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A heartbroken woman | Source: Midjourney

“You lost me the moment you decided to hide this from me. You let me fall in love with a lie.”

He shook his head, desperation in his eyes. “No, it wasn’t a lie. My love for you is real. Everything we’ve built together, it’s real. I swear to you, Angela, I never meant to deceive you.”

“Maybe not,” I said, my voice trembling as I fought to keep it together. “But you did. You deceived me every day you looked me in the eye and didn’t tell me the truth. I trusted you, Bryan. I trusted you with everything I had left after Jeff, and now… now I don’t even know who you are.”

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A woman pointing her finger | Source: Midjourney

The silence that followed was heavy and suffocating. Bryan’s shoulders slumped, his face a mask of sorrow and regret. I could see the pain in his eyes, but it didn’t change the fact that I felt like I’d been living in someone else’s story, a story I didn’t sign up for.

I turned away from him, the tears I’d been holding back finally spilling over.

“I need to pack,” I muttered, more to myself than to him. I needed to move, to do something, anything, to keep from falling apart completely.

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A woman in a darkened hallway | Source: Midjourney

“Please, Angela, don’t go,” Bryan begged, but his voice sounded distant. It was as if it was coming from the other end of a tunnel. “We can work through this. We can—”

“There’s nothing to work through,” I interrupted, choking on my own words. “I can’t stay in this marriage, Bryan. Not after this. I can’t stay with someone I don’t even recognize anymore.”

I walked to the bedroom, each step feeling heavier than the last. My hands shook as I pulled out a suitcase, the sound of the zipper echoing in the room.

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A woman packing a suitcase | Source: Pexels

Bryan stood in the doorway, his face pale, watching me pack with a helplessness that almost broke me. Almost. But the anger and betrayal were stronger, driving me forward and pushing me to leave behind everything we had built.

“Angela, please,” he said one last time, his voice so soft, so broken, it was almost a whisper.

But I couldn’t stop. If I stopped, I’d crumble, and I couldn’t afford that. Not now. Not ever.

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A woman hanging her head | Source: Midjourney

I zipped up the suitcase and lifted it from the bed. My heart pounded as I walked past him without a word. As I reached the front door, I hesitated, just for a moment.

Part of me wanted to turn back, to give him one last look, but I couldn’t. I knew if I did, I might lose the strength I’d gathered to walk away.

So I stepped out the door, the cool evening air hitting my face like a slap. I didn’t look back as I walked to my car and climbed in, each step feeling like I was tearing my heart out.

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A woman in a car | Source: Midjourney

But I kept going because there was no other choice. The man I loved, the man I thought I knew, was a stranger. And I couldn’t live with that. Not anymore.

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