I tapped the steering wheel, trying to shake the weight on my chest, when I spotted a disheveled woman digging through a trash can. I slowed down, drawn in by her grim determination.
She looked fragile yet fierce, fighting for survival. Without thinking, I pulled over, rolled down my window, and asked, “Do you need help?”
Her response was sharp but tired: “You offering?”
“I just saw you there,” I admitted, stepping out. “It didn’t seem right.”
“What’s not right is life,” she scoffed, crossing her arms. “You don’t strike me as someone who knows much about that.”
“Maybe not,” I replied, then asked if she had a place to stay.
“No,” she said, and I felt compelled to offer my garage as a temporary home. To my surprise, she accepted, albeit reluctantly.
Over the next few days, we shared meals and conversations. Lexi’s sharp wit broke through my loneliness, but I could sense her hidden pain.
One afternoon, I barged into the garage and froze. There, sprawled across the floor, were grotesque paintings of me—chains, blood, a casket. Nausea hit me.
That night, I confronted her. “What are those paintings?”
Her face went pale. “I didn’t mean for you to see them. I was just… angry.”
“So you painted me as a monster?” I demanded.
She nodded, shame in her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
I struggled to forgive her. “I think it’s time for you to go.”
The next morning, I helped her pack and drove her to a shelter, giving her some money. Weeks passed, and I felt the loss of our connection.
Then, a package arrived—another painting. This one was serene, capturing a peace I hadn’t known. Inside was a note with Lexi’s name and number.
My heart raced as I called her. “I got your painting… it’s beautiful.”
“Thank you. I didn’t know if you’d like it,” she replied.
“You didn’t owe me anything,” I said, reflecting on my own unfairness.
“I’m sorry for what I painted,” she admitted. “You were just… there.”
“I forgave you the moment I saw that painting. Maybe we could start over.”
“I’d like that,” she said, a smile evident in her voice.
We made plans to meet again, and I felt a flicker of hope for what could be.
“Only a blind man can cheat on his wife with her!” Here is the woman who destroyed Schwarzenegger’s marriage
The couple’s long-standing marriage spanned more than two decades, but it eventually fell apart due to Schwarzenegger’s unfortunate affair.
In 2011, Maria filed for divorce, which led to a public controversy when her husband’s infidelity came to light and shocked the world.
1The real perpetrator of the adultery was, unbelievably but true, her own housekeeper. When people see pictures of them, they can’t believe how a man like him could choose this woman over his beautiful wife.
When the housekeeper began referring to her child as “a miniature version of Arnold”, Maria became suspicious and soon discovered that Joseph was her husband’s illegitimate heir.
Schwarzenegger later admitted his behavior was unacceptable, but he didn’t want his son to feel unwanted. That’s why the “Terminator” star supported Joseph as much as possible.
Joseph is now an adult and is following in his father’s professional footsteps, showing a strong interest in bodybuilding.
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