At 77, Dolly has confirmed that the rumors are true. I don’t care who you are or what you think of Dolly Parton, this is a courageous step for her to take, and we wish her the best

Dolly Parton has been there and done pretty much all there is to do in the music industry.

And yet… and yet the country music icon is still finding ways to challenge herself and broaden her scope of magnificence.

As per reports, fans the world over are reacting with joy over reports that Dolly is finally set to release her first-ever rock album! You may remember that the 77-year-old was inducted into the Hollywood Rock and Roll Hall of Fame last year, one year on from having turned down the nomination as she felt she hadn’t “earned the right”.

Though Dolly eventually accepted her entry, it would appear she’s eager to ensure no one can say she doesn’t belong. Dolly previously promised to release a rock album to commemorate her induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, and we now have a release date!

If sources are to be believed, Parton was initially reluctant to be in the conversation for induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. The Jolene singer was said to be of the opinion that since her career consists mostly of country music, others were perhaps more suited.

In the end, however, the people spoke, and voters decided that Dolly did belong there. In November 2022 she was inducted into the Hall of Fame, and immediately set about trying to ensure that her selection was justified.

Her new rock album is now one step closer to becoming a reality, with Dolly herself having confirmed it will be titled ‘Rockstar’ and is due to drop November 17.

As per reports, there are 30 tracks in total on the album, nine of which are original. The remaining 21 consist of collaborations with other artists and feature new versions of tracks made famous by said featuring artist. A new take on Every Breath You Take by Sting will be on the album, for example, as will Wrecking Ball by Dolly’s goddaughter, Miley Cyrus

Other distinguished guests set to appear on the album include Elton John, Sir Paul McCartney, Stevie Nicks, and Steven Tyler.

Reflecting on her induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, Dolly told The View earlier this year:

“I just didn’t feel like I had earned it but they explained to me why I was in it and all that so I said, ‘Well, if you insist on giving it to me, I’ll take it’.”

“But if I’m gonna be in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, I’m gonna have to do something to earn it.”

The full list of songs on the album is reportedly as follows:

‘Rockstar’ (special guest Richie Sambora)
‘World on Fire’
‘Every Breath You Take’ (feat. Sting)
‘Open Arms’ (feat. Steve Perry)
‘Magic Man’ (feat. Ann Wilson with special guest Howard Leese)
‘Long As I Can See the Light’ (feat. John Fogerty)
‘Either Or’ (feat. Kid Rock)
‘I Want You Back’ (feat. Steven Tyler with special guest Warren Haynes)
‘What Has Rock and Roll Ever Done for You’ (feat. Stevie Nicks with special guest Waddy Wachtel)
‘Purple Rain’
‘Baby, I Love Your Way’ (feat. Peter Frampton)
‘I Hate Myself for Loving You’ (feat. Joan Jett & The Blackhearts)
‘Night Moves’ (feat. Chris Stapleton)
‘Wrecking Ball’ (feat. Miley Cyrus)
‘(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction’ (feat. P!nk & Brandi Carlile)
‘Keep on Loving You’ (feat. Kevin Cronin)
‘Heart of Glass’ (feat. Debbie Harry)
‘Don’t Let the Sun Go Down on Me’ (feat. Elton John)
‘Tried to Rock and Roll Me’ (feat. Melissa Etheridge)
‘Stairway to Heaven’ (feat. Lizzo & Sasha Flute)
‘We Are the Champions’
‘Bygones’ (feat. Rob Halford with special guests Nikki Sixx & John 5)
‘My Blue Tears’ (feat. Simon Le Bon)
‘What’s Up?’ (feat. Linda Perry)
‘You’re No Good’ (feat. Emmylou Harris & Sheryl Crow)
‘Heartbreaker’ (feat. Pat Benatar & Neil Giraldo)
‘Bittersweet’ (feat. Michael McDonald)
‘I Dreamed About Elvis’ (feat. Ronnie McDowell with special guest The Jordanaires)
‘Let It Be’ (feat. Paul McCartney & Ringo Starr with special guests Peter Frampton & Mick Fleetwood)
‘Free Bird’ (feat. Ronnie Van Zant with special guests Gary Rossington, Artimus Pyle and The Artimus Pyle Band)

As per Billboard, Dolly said in a statement: “I am very honoured and privileged to have worked with some of the greatest iconic singers and musicians of all time, and to be able to sing all the iconic songs throughout the album was a joy beyond measure.

“I hope everybody enjoys the album as much as I’ve enjoyed putting it together!”

I’m so happy to see Dolly still making music and still enjoying her work even at 77!

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I Found a Disc in My Husband’s Closet — When I Saw Its Contents, I Called the Police

I thought I knew my husband. For three years, we built a life together—routine, predictable, safe. But when I found a hidden disc in his closet, everything I believed about our marriage shattered in an instant.

If you had asked me a month ago, I would’ve told you my life was perfectly normal. The kind of life people look at and say, “They’ve got it all figured out.”

A close-up shot of a woman slightly smiling | Source: Midjourney

A close-up shot of a woman slightly smiling | Source: Midjourney

I had a stable job as an accountant. My husband, Tom, worked as a truck driver, hauling goods across state lines. Our schedules didn’t always match up, but we made it work. We always had.

I earned more than Tom, but that had never been an issue between us. He was practical, down-to-earth—never the type to feel insecure about money. “Hey, if it means I can sneak an extra burger without guilt, who am I to complain?” he’d joke whenever I covered dinner.

We weren’t one of those picture-perfect, Instagram-worthy couples, but we were happy. At least, I thought we were.

Couple staring lovingly at each other | Source: Midjourney

Couple staring lovingly at each other | Source: Midjourney

We had our traditions. Friday night takeout from our favorite Chinese place. Sunday morning pancakes—his were always slightly burnt, but I ate them anyway. Late-night phone calls when he was on the road, his deep voice cutting through the crackling signal.

“You should be sleeping,” I’d tell him.

“And miss my favorite part of the day? No chance,” he’d reply, his voice warm, familiar.

When he was home, he’d wrap his arms around me while I cooked, swaying slightly as if we were slow dancing. He always smelled like motor oil and pine-scented aftershave, a mix that had become so comforting I couldn’t sleep without his pillow beside me.

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Woman sleeping soundly | Source: Midjourney

I thought we knew everything about each other. His weirdest habit? Eating peanut butter straight from the jar. His biggest fear? Heights—ironic, given that he drove across towering bridges all the time.

We talked about everything… or so I believed.

Looking back, I wonder how much of it was real.

Because in the end, there was a part of Tom I never knew. A part he kept locked away, hidden in the darkest corners of our life.

And I was about to find it.

Sunday cleaning had always been my thing. With Tom gone for the week, I had plenty of time to go all in—dusting, vacuuming, and reorganizing everything in sight.

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A person folding clothes | Source: Pexels

I had just finished the living room when I moved to our bedroom. I started with my dresser, then Tom’s side of the closet. His clothes were always a mess—work shirts tossed over hangers, jeans shoved into piles. I sighed, shaking my head.

“You’d think after three years, you’d learn to fold a damn shirt,” I muttered, smiling to myself.

As I stacked a few of his shirts, my hand brushed against something hard, hidden behind an old shoebox. I pulled it out—a small, unmarked disc.

I frowned. What’s this?

I turned it over in my hand. It wasn’t in a case, just a plain silver disc. It felt out of place, like something that had been deliberately tucked away.

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Disc on a gray surface | Source: Pexels

Curiosity got the better of me. I walked over to my desk, slid the disc into my laptop, and waited.

A grainy video appeared on the screen. The camera wobbled slightly before settling on someone sitting on a couch, smiling at the lens.

I blinked.

It was my sister.

I sat up straight, confused. She was dressed up, wearing a delicate gold necklace, earrings, and a bracelet. She ran a hand through her hair and laughed.

Close-up of a woman wearing gold jewelry | Source: Midjourney

Close-up of a woman wearing gold jewelry | Source: Midjourney

“You always know how to spoil me,” she purred, lifting her wrist to admire the bracelet.

Then, she giggled.

“Oh, Tom… my beloved Tom. What would your wife think if she knew?”

My entire body tensed.

“What?” I whispered under my breath.

The voice behind the camera—Tom’s voice—sounded uneasy.

“Cut it out, Lisa. That’s not funny.”

“Oh, come on,” she teased, leaning closer to the lens. “You wouldn’t want me to… tell her something crazy, would you? I mean, after everything you’ve done for me…”

Woman wearing gold jewelry | Source: Midjourney

Woman wearing gold jewelry | Source: Midjourney

She tapped her fingers against the bracelet, smiling. My sister’s voice was playful, but there was something else beneath it. Something calculated. I glanced at the timestamp in the corner of the video.

It was recorded on her birthday.

A cold shiver ran down my spine. Was she… was she making this up? Was she trying to blackmail Tom? Or worse… was there something between them?

I quickly picked up my phone and dialed Tom’s number.

“Tom… what the hell is this?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, my heart hammering in my chest.

There was a pause on the other end. Too long of a pause. “What are you talking about?” Tom finally said, his voice carefully neutral.

Worried man on phone | Source: Midjourney

Worried man on phone | Source: Midjourney

I turned back to my laptop screen, my eyes locking onto the video. My sister, Lisa, sitting there with that smug little smile, twirling a bracelet around her wrist. My bracelet.

I felt the blood drain from my face.

No.

It couldn’t be.

I zoomed in on the screen, my breath catching in my throat. The gold bracelet, the intricate floral design—I knew it all too well. Because that bracelet had been mine.

And it had been stolen from me two years ago.

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Woman using a laptop | Source: Pexels

I remember that night vividly.

Tom and I had gone out for dinner, and when we came back, the house was a mess—drawers yanked open, furniture overturned, and my jewelry box emptied. The police had chalked it up to a random break-in, but nothing else was taken. Just my jewelry.

I had cried that night, devastated. Some of those pieces had belonged to my mother. Tom had held me, told me it was just stuff, that it could be replaced.

Husband consoling his wife in the bedroom | Source: Midjourney

Husband consoling his wife in the bedroom | Source: Midjourney

But now… now my stolen jewelry was sitting on my sister’s wrist.

A sickening realization hit me like a freight train.

“It was you,” I whispered.

“What?” Tom’s voice sharpened.

“It was you. You stole my jewelry.”

Silence.

Then, a sharp exhale. “It’s not what you think.”

“Then explain it to me, Tom! Because I’m looking at a video of my sister wearing MY bracelet! The one that was supposedly stolen two years ago!”

More silence.

Distressed woman on a phone call | Source: Midjourney

Distressed woman on a phone call | Source: Midjourney

My hands were shaking, but I forced myself to keep watching. At the end of the video, the screen cut to black. Then, white text appeared.

“If you don’t want my sister to get this video—you have to pay handsomely!”

My stomach twisted. Lisa wasn’t just playing around. She was blackmailing him.

And Tom… Tom had kept this hidden.

“Is this why you’ve been so stressed lately? Why you’ve been so secretive?” My voice was shaking now. “Lisa’s been blackmailing you?”

Another long pause. Then, barely above a whisper, he said, “I didn’t know how to tell you.”

A wave of anger, betrayal, and disbelief crashed over me. My own sister had been manipulating my husband. And he—he had stolen from me. Lied to me.

Distressed woman on a phone call | Source: Midjourney

Distressed woman on a phone call | Source: Midjourney

I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping the phone so tightly my fingers ached. Then, I pulled the phone away from my ear and hung up.

My hands trembled as I dialed 911.

The operator answered, “911, what’s your emergency?”

I took a deep breath, my voice steady despite the storm inside me.

“I need to report a crime.”

By the time the cops arrived, Tom had already made it home.

Cops outside a residential home | Source: Midjourney

Cops outside a residential home | Source: Midjourney

I hadn’t even heard his truck pull up—I was too lost in my own thoughts, trying to piece everything together. When he walked through the door, I was still standing in front of my laptop, staring at the frozen frame of my sister smirking at the camera.

“Hey, I tried calling—why didn’t you—” Tom started, but he stopped short when he saw my face. His expression darkened. “What’s wrong?”

Before I could speak, the knock at the door made us both jump.

I turned and opened it to find two officers standing there, their presence heavy with authority. The flashing blue and red lights from their car painted streaks across the walls.

“Ma’am, you called in a report?” one of them asked.

Woman talking to police officers | Source: Midjourney

Woman talking to police officers | Source: Midjourney

I nodded. “Yes. My husband… he—he staged a robbery in our home. And my sister—she’s blackmailing him.”

Tom’s head snapped toward me. “What the hell are you talking about?”

The officers stepped inside. “Thomas, you’re under arrest for staging a burglary and withholding stolen property.”

One officer pulled out handcuffs, and Tom instinctively took a step back. “Wait, wait—this is insane! Babe, tell them—”

“You have the right to remain silent,” the other officer cut in.

I watched, arms crossed, as they grabbed his wrists and secured the cuffs.

“Lisa is also being taken in for blackmail and extortion,” the officer continued.

Tom went pale. His body tensed.

Man being arrested by cops | Source: Midjourney

Man being arrested by cops | Source: Midjourney

“No, you don’t understand,” he pleaded, his voice raw. “I only did it for us!”

I shook my head, my throat tight. “You could’ve told me the truth, Tom. But instead, you stole from me. You lied. You let this fester until it destroyed everything.”

He opened his mouth, but no words came out. The weight of his choices had finally caught up to him.

As the officers led him out the door, he turned back one last time. “Do you still love me?”

I inhaled sharply. The answer should’ve been easy. A simple yes or no.

But all I felt was emptiness.

I held his gaze for a long moment, then finally spoke.

“I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

Woman talking to her husband in the presence of police officers | Source: Midjourney

Woman talking to her husband in the presence of police officers | Source: Midjourney

If you thought this story was shocking, wait until you read this next one. A woman finds a love letter from her husband—only to discover a truth so devastating, it shatters their marriage forever.

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.

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