Las Vegas recently experienced a magical evening when Grammy Award winner Kelly Clarkson was joined on stage by her children River Rose and Remington during her residency performance. The spotlight was shared as nine-year-old River and seven-year-old Remington chose their own songs to perform alongside their famous mother.
Initially shy, River harmonized beautifully with Clarkson on a touching rendition of “Heartbeat Song”, a song that has special meaning for both of them. During the performance of “Whole Lotta Woman”, Remington wowed the audience with his lively dance performance.
Clarkson expressed her joy on Twitter that her children got to see her at the Bakkt Theater, Planet Hollywood. The family’s appearance brought an electric energy to the venue and created a heartfelt moment of joy and togetherness.
In her tweets, Clarkson reflected on the great pride and joy she feels for her children, sharing that they “will always have my whole heart”. The enthusiastic response from the audience made the evening unforgettable for everyone present and underlined the deep bond between the renowned artist and her family.
Check out the video below to relive this heartwarming moment from Kelly Clarkson’s Las Vegas show, where she and her children River Rose and Remington celebrated music, family and love together.
I Found a Document in the Trash — My Husband and MIL Made a Major Deal Behind My Back While I Fought a Life-Threatening Disease
When Maria overhears a secretive conversation between her husband and mother-in-law, she discovers a torn document in the trash that leads her to an unexpected revelation. Battling cancer, Maria fears betrayal, but instead, finds something that helps her fight to recover…
They thought I wasn’t home.
“Maria mustn’t suspect anything! Be careful, my darling,” my mother-in-law whispered to my husband, her voice low and conspiratorial.
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I froze in the hallway, clutching the strap of my bag. I’d come home early from what was supposed to be a long doctor’s appointment, slipping in through the back door to avoid the neighbor’s yappy dog.
But now, standing there in the silence, their hushed conversation sent unease prickling up my spine.
“What are they hiding from me?” I thought, my mind racing.
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It wasn’t like I didn’t have enough to worry about. I’d been battling cancer for six months now, enduring chemo sessions that left me feeling exhausted, nauseous, and constantly afraid.
Every time I went to bed, I wondered if I’d wake up to see my son’s smiling face. The idea that Jeff, my husband, and Elaine, my mother-in-law, were keeping secrets from me felt like betrayal.
For a brief moment, I considered bursting in and demanding answers. But I didn’t.
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Instead, I plastered on a smile, walked into the living room as though I hadn’t heard a thing, and greeted them like nothing was wrong.
“Hi,” I said.
Jeff smiled at me, his eyes warm, but there was tension in his shoulders. Elaine looked up from the crossword puzzle she always pretended to do when she wanted to avoid eye contact.
“Hey, honey, how’d it go?” Jeff asked.
I shrugged, brushing past them.
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“Fine,” I replied. “The usual. I’m actually hungry this time, so I’m going to make myself some soup while my appetite is here.”
It wasn’t fine. Nothing was fine.
Something was going on.
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Later that afternoon, as I was taking out the trash, I saw it. A torn piece of paper stuck out of the bag. I wouldn’t have given it a second glance, but the bold letterhead caught my attention:
REAL ESTATE PURCHASE AGREEMENT
Curiosity burned through me. I fished the pieces out of the bag and pieced them together like a puzzle.
There was an address, just about ten kilometers away, and a date. Tomorrow.
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My stomach twisted. What was happening tomorrow?
“What kind of property is this? And why didn’t they tell me about it?” I muttered to myself.
I waited until Jeff came into the kitchen.
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“What’s this?” I asked, holding up the scraps of paper.
His face darkened.
“Why are you digging through the trash, Maria? I don’t think that’s a good idea with your immune system. You’ve become so suspicious lately…”
A woman standing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney
Suspicious? That’s the word he used, really?
He was deflecting. I didn’t have the strength to argue, but I wasn’t about to let it go either.
The next morning, I got into the car and drove to the address. I wasn’t feeling the best, but I chalked it up to the medication my doctor had me on.
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My hands trembled on the steering wheel, my mind racing.
What were they planning on buying? And why couldn’t they tell me?
Was this a backup plan in case the chemo didn’t work? A new apartment for Jeff and our son to start over without me?
Or worse… was this something darker? Could Jeff have already found someone else? Did Jaden already know about the new person? And was Elaine helping him set up a love nest for his affair?
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When I reached the address, my chest felt tight.
I parked and stepped out of the car, staring at the building before me. It wasn’t what I expected.
Not at all.
It was a commercial property on the first floor of a quaint, two-story building. Workers were putting the finishing touches on a sign above the door:
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OPENING SOON: BAKERY. MARIA’S DREAM.
I blinked slowly.
What?
Pressing my hands to the window, I peered inside. The space was stunning. Freshly painted walls, a brand-new counter, and shelves painted in the same pale blue I’d once said I wanted for a bakery.
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There was even a gleaming copper espresso machine sitting on the counter, exactly like the one I’d shown Jeff in a magazine years ago.
It was as if someone had taken my childhood dream and brought it to life.
When I got home, I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
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“Jeff, honey,” I said, my voice trembling. “I know about the bakery. Why on earth didn’t you tell me?”
His eyes widened.
“What? Mari! You saw it?”
“Yes, I went to the address. Why were you keeping it a secret? Why is my name on the sign?”
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Jeff’s face softened, and he stepped closer, taking my hands in his.
“Maria, it was supposed to be a surprise. Tomorrow, Mom and I were going to take you to the sales meeting and put your name on the ownership documents. It’s your bakery. All of it. Yours.”
“What?” I gasped.
“It was Mom’s idea, love,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “She knows how much you’ve been through, how hard this has been. And she remembered how you always talked about wanting a bakery like your grandparents had. She used her savings to make it happen, her retirement money, and what Dad left her. I chipped in where I could.”
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Tears streamed down my face.
“Jeff… I thought… I thought you were planning to move on without me. Or that you…”
He pulled me into his arms before I could finish the thought.
“Maria, my love, don’t you ever think that. We love you. Jaden and I think the world of you. Mom and I just wanted to give you something to look forward to. A future to hold onto.”
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A month later, on opening day, a line stretched down the block.
People from the neighborhood had heard about the bakery and my story. They had heard about Jeff and Elaine, and how they had worked in secret to bring my dream to life while I fought for my health.
Jeff had shared the story with a local reporter, and their coverage had brought in dozens of curious and kind-hearted customers.
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The smell of my grandparents’ recipes filled the air. There were apple pies, cinnamon rolls, and buttery croissants. Elaine worked the counter like she’d been doing it her entire life, and Jeff buzzed around refilling coffee cups and delivering pastries.
I couldn’t stop smiling.
“Bad news! Mom, we sold out the blueberry muffins!” Jaden shouted from behind the counter.
“That’s a good problem to have, buddy!” I said, laughing.
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The love that surrounded me that day was overwhelming. For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t thinking about cancer or chemo. I wasn’t thinking about being weak with exhaustion. I wasn’t thinking about how my hair was starting to grow back thicker and more lush than it ever had been.
And then, things got even better.
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The phone call I had been waiting for came.
“Maria, Dr. Higgins wants you in for an urgent appointment. It’s regarding your last test results.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Nancy,” I said.
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Trying not to overthink anything, I made my way to the doctor’s office, hoping that only good things could come from this.
“You’ve beaten it,” the doctor said. “Maria, you’re cancer-free!”
“What? Seriously?” I gasped.
“Yes. Your numbers have improved. The chemo worked. Your immune system is back up and running how I want it to. And… we can wean you off your medication soon.”
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I didn’t know what to do next. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Or scream. I was numb, but at the same time, excitement flooded through me. Everything was… the world was different.
Brighter and more beautiful.
I drove to the bakery, desperate to see my family.
The smell of freshly baked bread and cinnamon rolls filled the air as I walked into the bakery. Jeff was wiping down the counters, Elaine was arranging a display of croissants, and Jaden was stacking napkins at the register, his face serious with concentration.
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“Mom’s here!” he shouted, his grin lighting up the room as he ran toward me.
“I have something to tell you all,” I said. “Can we all sit down for a moment?”
Jeff’s face creased with concern, and Elaine immediately stopped what she was doing.
“Darling? Is everything all right?”
I nodded quickly.
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“Yes, everything is more than all right. I had my follow-up appointment and the doctor called me in…”
Jeff stiffened beside me, his hand tightening around me.
“Maria…”
“I’m cancer-free.”
The words hung in the air for a moment, almost too big to fit in the bakery. Elaine gasped, her other hand flying to her mouth, her eyes already brimming with tears.
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“What?” Jeff whispered, leaning closer as though he hadn’t heard me right.
I smiled, tears slipping down my face.
“The chemo worked. I’m in remission. I’m cancer-free!”
Elaine sobbed softly beside me, her grip on my hand tightening as she whispered, “Thank you, God. Thank you!”
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“Does that mean you’re better now, Mom?” my son asked, looking up at me with those big, innocent eyes that had kept me fighting through the worst days.
“Yes, sweetheart,” I said, wrapping him in a hug. “It means I’m better. It means I’m going to be here. With you. With all of you.”
Jeff raised his head then, his eyes red and glistening. “You’re here,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re here, Maria.”
I nodded, cupping his cheek. “I’m here.”
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