Diana was painfully preparing herself to say goodbye to her dying husband in the hospital. While she was struggling to process that he had only a few weeks left to live, a stranger approached and whispered the jolting words: “Set up a hidden camera in his ward… you deserve to know the truth.”
I never thought my world would end in a hospital corridor. The doctor’s words echoed through my skull like a death knell: “Stage four cancer… metastasized… he’s got a few weeks to live.”
The diagnosis shattered the future I’d planned with Eric. Fifteen years of marriage reduced to a handful of days. The golden band on my finger felt suddenly heavy, weighted with memories of better times: our first dance, morning coffees shared in comfortable silence, and the way he’d stroke my hair when I was sad.
A heartbroken woman standing in a hospital ward | Source: Midjourney
My stomach churned as I watched other families passing by. Some were crying, some laughing, and some were frozen in that peculiar limbo between hope and despair. I knew I had to get out before I shattered completely.
I stumbled through the automatic doors, the late September air hitting my face like a gentle slap. My legs carried me to a bench near the entrance, where I collapsed more than sat. The evening sun cast long, distorted shadows across the hospital grounds, mirroring the agony in my heart.
That’s when she appeared.
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She wasn’t remarkable at first glance. Just an ordinary nurse in her late 40s, wearing navy scrubs, with tired eyes that held something.
Her silver-streaked hair was pulled back in a bun, and her shoes were the sensible kind worn by someone who spent long hours on their feet. She sat beside me without asking, her presence both intrusive and oddly calming.
“Set up a hidden camera in his ward,” she whispered. “He’s not dying.”
The words hit me like ice water. “Excuse me? My husband is dying. The doctors confirmed it. How dare you—”
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“Seeing is believing.” She turned to face me fully. “I work nights here. I see things. Things that don’t add up. Trust me on this… you deserve to know the truth.”
Before I could respond, she stood and walked away, disappearing through the hospital doors like a phantom, leaving me with nothing but questions.
That night, I lay awake in the bed, my mind racing. The stranger’s words played on repeat, competing with memories of Eric’s diagnosis day. How he’d gripped my hand as the doctor delivered the news, and how his face had crumpled in despair.
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What did she mean by ‘He’s not dying’? The thought seemed impossible, yet that spark of doubt wouldn’t die. By morning, I’d ordered a small camera online with overnight delivery, my hands shaking as I entered my credit card information.
I slipped into his room while Eric was getting his routine scan the next day.
My hands trembled as I positioned the tiny camera among the roses and lilies in the vase on the windowsill. Each movement felt like a betrayal, but something deeper pushed me forward.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure if I was apologizing to Eric or myself.
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An hour later, Eric was back in bed, looking pale and drawn. His hospital gown made him seem smaller somehow, and more vulnerable. “Where were you?” he asked weakly.
“Just getting some coffee,” I lied. “How was the scan?”
He winced as he shifted in bed, the sheets rustling softly. “Exhausting. The pain’s getting worse. I just need to rest.”
I nodded, squeezing his hand. “Of course. I’ll let you sleep.”
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That evening, after making sure Eric was settled for the night, I went home and sat on my bed. The laptop’s blue glow illuminated my face as I accessed the camera feed, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.
For hours, nothing happened. Eric slept, nurses came and went, and I began to feel foolish for listening to a stranger.
Then, at 9 p.m., everything changed.
The ward door opened, and a woman entered. She was tall, confident, and wearing a sleek leather coat. Her perfectly styled dark hair caught the light as she approached Eric’s bed, and what happened next made my blood run cold.
Eric, my supposedly “DYING” husband, sat up straight. No struggle. No pain. He seemed happy. The kind of happiness that seemed out of place on the face of a dying man.
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He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, pulling her into an embrace that looked anything but weak. When they kissed, I felt my wedding ring burn against my finger like a painful sting.
My heart shattered as I watched them talk, although the camera didn’t capture the audio, their body language was intimate and familiar.
She handed him some papers, which he carefully tucked under his mattress. They looked like they were planning something big, and I needed to know what.
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The next morning, I returned to Eric’s room, my heart heavy with the secret I wasn’t supposed to know. He was back in character — pale, weak, struggling to sit up.
“Morning, sweetheart,” he rasped, reaching for the glass of water with trembling hands. “Bad night. The pain… it’s getting worse.”
I wanted to scream and hold him by the collar for answers. Instead, I smiled, the expression feeling like broken glass on my face. “I’m sorry to hear that. Anything I can do?”
He shook his head, and I watched him perform his role perfectly. How many times had I cried myself to sleep believing this act? How many nights had I prayed for a miracle while he was probably planning something with his secret lover?
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I didn’t go home that evening. Hidden in the parking lot, I waited, my phone ready to record the truth. I knew his mistress would visit.
Sure enough, the woman in the leather coat appeared, moving through the hospital with the confidence of someone who belonged there.
This time, I quietly followed her, keeping just close enough to hear.
Their voices drifted through the ward’s partially open door. “Everything’s arranged,” she said, her tone businesslike. “Once you’re declared dead, the insurance money will be transferred offshore. We can start our new life.”
A cheerful woman in a hospital ward | Source: Midjourney
Eric’s response was eager and delighted. “That’s awesome, Victoria. Dr. Matthews came through perfectly. Cost me a fortune to get him to fake the diagnosis, but it was worth it. A few more days of this act, and we’re free. Diana won’t suspect a thing. She’s already planning my funeral.”
“The mourning widow whose husband is very much alive!” Victoria chuckled softly.
“You should have seen her face when she visited me today. So concerned and so loving. It’s almost sad, poor thing!” Eric laughed.
“She was always dumb,” Victoria replied, and I heard the smirk in her voice. “But that’s what made her perfect for this. Once you’re ‘dead,’ she’ll get the insurance payout, and we’ll transfer it all before she knows what hit her. Then it’s just you and me, darling.”
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The casual cruelty of their words cut deeper than any sharp blade. Fifteen years of marriage reduced to a con job. Agony filled my eyes, but it wasn’t the time for tears.
It was time for payback.
I recorded everything on my phone, my mind already forming a plan. They wanted to play games? Fine. I could play games too.
The next day, I made calls. Lots of calls. To family, friends, coworkers — anyone who’d ever cared about Eric.
My voice broke at just the right moments as I delivered the news: “His condition has worsened dramatically. The doctors say it’s time to say goodbye. Please come today. He’d want you all here.”
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By evening, Eric’s room was packed. His parents stood by his bed, his mother sobbing quietly into a handkerchief. Colleagues murmured condolences. Friends from college shared memories of better days.
Eric played his part, looking appropriately weak and grateful for the support, though I could see panic beginning to creep into his eyes as more people arrived.
I waited until the room was full before stepping forward. My hands weren’t shaking anymore. “Before we say our final goodbyes,” I announced, my eyes boring into Eric’s, “there’s something you all need to see. My dear husband, bless his ‘dying’ soul, has been keeping a huge secret from all of us…”
Eric’s eyes widened. “Diana, what are you doing?”
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I connected my laptop to the room’s TV screen. The footage began to play: Eric, very much alive, embracing his mistress, Victoria. Then, the phone recording of their conversation about faking his death, bribing Dr. Matthews, and stealing the insurance money.
The room erupted in chaos.
His mother’s sobs turned to screams of rage. “How could you do this to us? To your wife?”
His father had to be held back by two of Eric’s brothers. Victoria chose that moment to arrive, stopping dead in the doorway as she realized their plan had crumbled to dust.
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The security arrived, followed by police. I watched as they led Eric away in handcuffs, his protests falling on deaf ears. Dr. Matthews was also arrested, and his medical license was suspended pending investigation. Victoria tried to slip away but didn’t make it past the elevator.
I filed for divorce the very next day and returned to that bench outside the hospital, hoping to meet the thoughtful stranger who’d saved me from dealing with the biggest betrayal of my life.
The same woman who’d warned me sat down beside me, this time with a small smile.
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“Thank you,” I said, watching the sunset paint the sky in shades of endings and beginnings. “You saved me from a different kind of grief.”
“I overheard them one night during my rounds. Couldn’t let them destroy your life. Sometimes the worst diseases aren’t the ones that kill you. They’re the ones that silently grow in the hearts of those we love, feeding on our trust until there’s nothing left.”
A nurse looking at someone and smiling | Source: Midjourney
I lost my husband, but not to cancer. I lost him to his greed and lies. But in losing him, I found something more valuable: my truth, my strength, and the knowledge that, sometimes, the kindness of strangers can save us from the cruelty of those we love most.
As I drove home that evening, my wedding ring sat in my pocket like a small, heavy reminder of everything I’d lost and everything I’d gained.
The setting sun painted the sky in brilliant oranges and reds, and for the first time in weeks, I felt like I could breathe again. Sometimes, the end of one story is just the beginning of another.
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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.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
Inside Tanya Roberts’ shocking handwritten will
Tanya Roberts was one of the sexiest and funniest actresses of her time, dazzling audiences with her stunning beauty and talent in That ’70s Show and Charlie’s Angels.
Tragically, her unexpected passing was marked by confusion, as her boyfriend mistakenly announced her death , adding a bizarre twist to the loss of this vibrant star.
Before we dive into the bizarre circumstances surrounding Tanya Roberts’ passing, let’s take a moment to celebrate her incredible contributions to the screen.
In a world where her legacy seems somewhat overlooked today, a closer look at her impressive career reveals just how unforgettable she truly was. And I’m sure she created cherished memories for many of you reading this.
Running away from home
Born Victoria Leigh Blum in 1949, Tanya Roberts grew up in the gritty Bronx of New York City. The little girl with ice-blue eyes lived in a poor old house with her mother and big sisters. Despite her modest life, Roberts had big dreams of wearing beautiful clothes, riding horses, living in a mansion, and shopping in limousines. Most of all, she wanted to be a star in Hollywood.
At just 15 years old, she took a bold step and ran away to chase her dreams. This was after her family had moved to Toronto, where a tragic event would lead Roberts to distance herself from them. One day, shortly after her father tragically passed away, Tanya felt the walls closing in on her.
In that moment, she decided to leave home. After a heated argument with her mother, Roberts packed her bags and moved to a place in the Village, a neighborhood in Toronto. She supported herself by selling dance lessons to ”old guys”, who lusted after her body.
It wasn’t long before she met another boy, Colin, who had also dropped out of school. She fell head over heels for him.
“It just happened. A stupid, spontaneous thing. Colin was two years older than me, a Canadian, a dropout, doing nothing. It was a love affair that turned into hatred. We never were friends. We didn’t get along at all. But I loved him, you know. I was butterflies. I’d look at him and gasp, ‘Oh my God!’ I responded to the palpitations of the heart.”
Married in secret
The couple was together for seven months and married in secret. They moved to New York together, but then Colin’s mother intervened, annulling the marriage. Roberts and Colin were far too young and hadn’t received their parents’ consent.
Roberts never told her mother about the marriage; she didn’t want to shock her. Soon after, the relationship with Colin ended, but another man entered Roberts’s life— one who would change her whole life.
As Tanya Roberts pursued her acting dreams in New York, she met Barry Roberts while waiting in line for a movie. He was a truck driver earning $30 a week, and he quickly became her next great love.
It was actually Tanya who proposed to Barry in a subway station, and they quickly tied the knot in 1973. Her husband had originally set his sights on becoming a psychologist but soon dropped out of his studies to write scripts for various TV networks.
The couple moved to Hollywood, determined to lead as normal a life as possible.
”You know you’ve got the right guy when you can sit at home with him Saturday night, just you and him and pizza,” Tanya shared in 1980.
For most of their lives, Tanya and Barry lived peacefully and happily, tucked away in the serene and private surroundings of their secluded home in the Hollywood Hills.
“Living here is like being in the country, but civilization isn’t far away when I need it,” Tanya exclusively shared with Closer Weekly in 2015. “It’s the house I’d always dreamed of.”
Spell on Charlie’s Angels
Tanya Roberts’ upbringing on the streets of Bronx served her well when she landed the role of the streetwise Julie Roberts in Charlie’s Angels. Before that, she had already made a name for herself as a model in television ads and took on serious roles in off-Broadway productions like Picnic and Antigone.
However, it was in the summer of 1980 that the world truly took notice of her.
Tanya was chosen from over 2,000 candidates to replace Shelley Hack in the beloved detective series Charlie’s Angels, which was struggling to attract viewers.
The producers hoped that the vibrant 26-year-old would inject new life into the show alongside her co-stars, Jaclyn Smith, the last original ‘Angel,’ and Cheryl Ladd. With her charisma and talent, Tanya was determined to help turn the series around.
”I think there’s a lot of enthusiasm on the set. We are a real team. It’s very important for us to get along because it shows in our work. I think it’s hard do continually make a classy show every week for five years with three girls. It’s not Shakespeare but I think the public looks forward to seeing something new every week,” Roberts told The Daily Herald-Tribune in 1981.
Unfortunately, despite her efforts, Roberts — who described herself as a ‘workaholic’— couldn’t revive the series, and Charlie’s Angels was canceled in 1981.
However, her talent and dedication led to new opportunities in her career.
Nominated for Golden Raspberry Award
After Charlie’s Angels, Robert’s starred in a string of films that gained cult status, including The Beastmaster (1982), Sheena: Queen of the Jungle (1984), Body Slam (1987), and Night Eyes (1990).
Most people, however, associate her with her iconic roles as Stacey Sutton in the 1985 James Bond film A View to a Kill and as Midge Pinciotti on That ’70s Show, where she captivated audiences from 1998 to 2004.
In A View to a Kill, Tanya Roberts starred alongside Roger Moore, and the film became a massive box office success. However, critics weren’t entirely convinced; in retrospect, Moore himself expressed disappointment, stating that it was his worst Bond film due to its excessive blood and violence.
At 57, the Hollywood legend faced criticism for being too old for the role, and he even quipped about the age gap, revealing that he was mortified to discover he was older than Roberts’ mother. In a December 2007 interview, he humorously remarked, ”I was only about four hundred years too old for the part.”
Tanya, too, faced her share of criticism after her Bond debut. Interestingly, she wasn’t the original choice for the role. Producers had initially hoped to cast Priscilla Presley, but she was tied up with her contract for Dallas. They even considered former Bond girl Barbara Bach before ultimately selecting Tanya Roberts. Despite her efforts, she was nominated for a Golden Raspberry Award for Worst Actress, although she lost the dubious honor to Linda Blair, who appeared in Night Patrol.
Losing her husband
For the younger generation, many recognize Tanya Roberts from her role as Midge Pinciotti on the beloved sitcom That ’70s Show. She was a cherished presence on the show but had to leave after the third season.
The reason? Her husband, Barry, had become seriously ill, and she wanted to be there for him. Tragically, Barry died at the age of 60 after a long four-and-a-half-year battle with encephalitis, a condition that causes inflammation of the brain tissue, leading to personality changes, seizures, and weakness.
Tanya and Barry stood by each other from their marriage in 1973 until his passing in 2006. The couple never had any children.
Mysterious death
After the heartbreaking loss of her husband Barry in 2006, Tanya Roberts found love again with Lance O’Brien. The two met while working for Tahiti Village, a Las Vegas resort — Tanya as a spokesmodel. They spent 18 years together, seemingly inseparable, but their world took a tragic turn in December 2020.
At 71, Tanya was still vibrant and full of life, known for her daily hikes up the Hollywood Hills. Described as ”healthy as a horse,” there was no indication of any serious health issues. However, just before Christmas, Tanya began experiencing lower intestinal pain and difficulty breathing.
These symptoms surfaced during one of her hikes, and though she initially thought it might be COVID-19. Early the next morning, she collapsed, unable to get up, and was rushed to Cedars-Sinai Hospital.
Doctors determined Tanya had developed a severe urinary tract infection that had progressed to sepsis. The infection quickly spread to her liver, kidneys, and gallbladder, ultimately leading to multi-organ failure.
Tubes up her nose
“She was talking when I called 911. Next thing I know, she’s in intensive care on oxygen and she’s extremely sick,” O’Brien shared with the Daily Mail.
When O’Brien was finally allowed to see her, Tanya was barely conscious, kept alive by a ventilator. The iconic actress, who had once graced screens as a glamorous star, could only blink in response to her partner’s presence.
”When she saw me and I was there, I saw her eyes open,” he said. “I felt good. I said, ‘Hey, her eyes are opening. Her eyes are opening.’ They told me that’s just a reflex,” O’Brien told Inside Edition.
Sadly, Tanya’s final days were both chaotic and heartbreaking.
O’Brien expressed his frustration with the hospital’s handling of Tanya’s care, stating, “She had tubes up her nose and throat, and they kept calling her Victoria —she hasn’t been called that since she was a teenager. It was so busy, I can’t begin to tell you what an awful, terrible experience it was.”
“I think COVID played a big part in it,” O’Brien added. “If you called the hospital, it sounded like something out of [sitcom] M.A.S.H.”
Cause of death
Tanya’s condition worsened, and on January 3, 2021, she was taken off life support. The beloved star passed away on January 4.
However, the aftermath of her death was even more chaotic. The news of Tanya’s passing was initially announced prematurely by her publicist, leading to confusion.
In a bizarre twist, O’Brien learned she was still alive during a live interview with Inside Edition.
“Now, you’re telling me she’s alive?” O’Brien exclaimed, answering a phone call from the hospital mid-interview. Crying, he added, “The hospital is telling me she is alive. They are calling me from the ICU team.”
Eventually, all the confusion cleared up, and it became evident that Tanya Roberts had indeed passed away. However, the mix-ups didn’t stop there – several sources incorrectly reported her age as 65 at the time of her death. Despite the fact that she was actually 71, some outlets still haven’t corrected this mistake, even three years later.
Her last will
The handwritten note left behind by Tanya Roberts offered a hauntingly intimate and bittersweet glimpse into her final thoughts. According to Fox News, Roberts left her entire estate, valued at over $3 million, to her longtime partner, Lance O’Brien. She signed the note using both her Hollywood name, Tanya Roberts, and her birth name, Victoria Blum.
“I have no reason to live,” Tanya wrote, and she also made it clear that none of her estate would go to her sister, Barbara Leary, or her nephew, Zack Leary.
Instead, Roberts left everything to O’Brien, though the letter suggests their relationship may not have been as loving as it seemed to the public.
”I want to leave my house … and all its belongings to my best friend Lance O’Brien – I also leave my two dogs and my Pension Plan check to Lance O’Brien,” the actress penned, as captured in images obtained by Page Six.
Perhaps the most heartbreaking part of the note comes when she acknowledged the disconnect in their relationship. ”I know you don’t love me but you have been a true friend & for that I’m [grateful],” she wrote. ”Have a good life & don’t blame this on yourself. I was always [too] sensitive to live in this world.”
Behind the face
Tanya Roberts’ final chapter may have been marked by sorrow and confusion, but it’s important to remember the light she brought into the world.
When you take a moment to look back at old photos of her — whether she’s on set, starring in her iconic roles, or even candid behind-the-scenes shots — a picture emerges of a woman who was not only stunningly beautiful but fiercely independent.
At just 15, she knew exactly what she wanted out of life. Becoming a Charlie’s Angel made her immortal in Hollywood’s eyes, but what really stood out was how she handled fame. While some may have expected her journey through stardom to come with heartbreak, bad roles, or failed marriages, Tanya took a different path.
She remained loyal to her husband, Barry Roberts, staying by his side through illness and even stepping away from her career to care for him. That kind of dedication and strength speaks volumes about the kind of woman she truly was.
Looking back at those early photos and moments reminds us of her grace, resilience, and the lasting impression she left on her fans and loved ones alike!
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