Adam and Jackie Sandler recently walked the red carpet for the comedian’s latest stand-up special, and fans couldn’t help but notice that his wife looks strikingly similar to one of his frequent co-stars.
Many online users admitted they had to look twice at the photos, thinking at first that Adam was with his on-screen wife, Jennifer Aniston.
Keep reading to see what people are saying about Jackie, who just celebrated her 50th birthday on September 24!
Adam Sandler, 58, has worked with some of Hollywood’s top leading ladies, but the one who won his heart was Jackie Titone, an extra in the 1999 film *Big Daddy*.
Jackie, a model from Florida, began her acting career with a small role as Sally in Rob Schneider’s 1999 movie *Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo*.
It was Jackie’s role as a sports bar waitress in *Big Daddy*, the film starring Adam Sandler alongside twins Cole and Dylan Sprouse, that changed her life.
“22 years ago today we locked eyes and fell deep,” the former *Saturday Night Live* star wrote in a Facebook post celebrating the early days of their relationship. The post, dated July 31, 2020, continued, “Look forward to the next 22, young lady. Love you my forever girl.”
Adam and Jackie got married on June 22, 2003, in a star-studded event with guests like Jennifer Aniston and the late Rodney Dangerfield.
The real star of the wedding ceremony, however, was Adam Sandler’s dog, Meatball, who stole the show by dressing up in a black tuxedo jacket.
In 2006, Adam and Jackie welcomed their first daughter, Sadie. Two years later, in 2008, Sadie became a big sister when Sunny was born.
Both daughters have made appearances in a few of their dad’s movies, including *Hubie Halloween*, *Hotel Transylvania*, and *Murder Mystery*. In 2023, they even starred in the Netflix comedy *You Are So Not Invited to My Bat Mitzvah*.
Jackie Sandler has also appeared in several of Adam’s films, including *Grown Ups* (2010), *I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry* (2007), and *Just Go with It* (2011), which starred Jennifer Aniston.
She even had a small role in the 2020 film *Murder Mystery*, which also featured Aniston.
Adam and Aniston have worked together in several movies and have shared a supportive friendship that has lasted more than 20 years.
Adam explained that Jackie and Aniston are close too, and there’s no jealousy between them. In fact, Jackie encourages Adam to be more expressive with his on-screen kisses!
Adam Sandler humorously admitted that his film kisses never feel as good as they could. “It’s not just [Aniston],” he said. “I actually feel bad for whoever I have to kiss. I’m like, ‘They don’t want to be doing this.’ But I do it.”
Referring to his intimate scenes with Jennifer Aniston in *Murder Mystery* (2019 and 2023), he added, “Jennifer is one of my closest friends and Jackie’s closest friends. So, Jackie’s like, ‘Would you give Jennifer some sort of good time with that kiss, please?’”
Recently, fans did a double take when Sandler walked the red carpet with his stunning wife for the New York premiere of his stand-up special *Adam Sandler: Love You*. Adam wore a yellow polo shirt and red pants, while Jackie wowed in an elegant black mini-dress.
But it wasn’t Adam’s trademark casual style or his usual offbeat jokes that grabbed fans’ attention.
Instead, it was Jackie’s striking resemblance to Jennifer Aniston that sparked a wave of online conversations. Fans couldn’t help but comment on how similar the two looked, causing quite a buzz on social media.
“I thought it was Jennifer Aniston!” one fan wrote, while another added, “That’s what I thought! Had to look twice.”
A third chimed in, “She looks like Jennifer Aniston, beautiful.” Echoing the same sentiment, another commented, “Jackie looks eerily similar to Jennifer Aniston. Yes??”
What do you think about Jackie Sandler? Let us know your thoughts, and don’t forget to share this story so we can all wish her a very happy birthday!
I Found a Love Letter from My Husband That Ended Our Marriage
When Nancy discovers a hidden letter in her husband David’s laundry, her seemingly stable life unravels. The letter, written by David, invites a mysterious woman to celebrate their “seven-year anniversary.” What else will the dirty laundry reveal?
Laundry was just another Mom thing in our household. David helps out with the kitchen and the kids — but the laundry and the bathroom are two things he will never tackle.
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“I can’t do the hair in the drain,” David said, grimacing when I asked him to take over the chores.
“It’s my hair. And our daughter’s,” I chuckled.
“Still gross,” he retorted.
But the sounds of the washing machine and the hum of the dryer soon became my perfect quiet chore — and I loved that it was mine.
Except for the time when laundry day revealed more than just dirty stains.
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As I shuffled through my husband’s laundry, the soft crinkle of paper disrupted the mindless actions of my hands. A folded letter, elegant and unsuspecting, slipped from between the folds of his shirt, falling to the floor.
Happy anniversary, babe! These 7 years have been the best of my life! Meet me at Obélix on Wednesday night, 8 p.m. Be in red.
My husband’s handwriting was unmistakable. The loops of his letters and the hard pressure with which he wrote.
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A cold shiver ran down my spine.
Seven years? David and I had been married for eighteen years. We had two daughters. Our anniversary wasn’t for another six months.
And Obélix? The fanciest restaurant in town? After David had specifically told me that we needed to cut down our expenses.
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“We need to cook at home more, Nancy,” he said. “Less takeout. The girls will just have to get used to the idea — we’ve been spending unnecessarily, lately.”
“Are we in trouble?” I asked, thinking that we were falling down some financial hole that we hadn’t been expecting.
“No, we’re not,” David reassured me. “But it’s just good to be mindful.”
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Wednesday couldn’t come soon enough. It was all I thought about for days. I wanted to get to the bottom of David’s secret letter. A day after I found the note in his shirt pocket, I went back to see if it was still there — but the pocket was empty.
Signed, sealed, and delivered, I thought.
“I’m working late tonight, honey,” David said that morning while I began the breakfast routine.
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“Should I leave you a plate, or will you grab something?” I asked, knowing full well that he had dinner plans with some mysterious woman in red.
“I’ll get something on the way home,” he said, walking out the door with his travel mug.
The day dragged on with me doing school drop-offs and the afternoon lift club consisting of five noisy schoolgirls. But even through that, I couldn’t get David out of my mind.
I took the girls back home and made them snacks for when they were sitting outside, while trying to figure out what to do.
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“You’ve got the time and the location, Nancy,” my mother said when I phoned her for clarity.
“So, you think I should go? Really?” I asked.
Of course, I wanted to go. I wanted to be the one to catch David in the act. But I was also scared of breaking my own heart.
“Yes. Your entire marriage rests on this evening, darling,” she said. “I know that it’s going to be difficult, but at the end of the day, at least you’ll know what your next move will be.”
“I suppose,” I said.
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“Don’t you think you owe it to the girls?” she asked.
I arranged for a nanny to look after the girls — my mother could have done it, but it was too short notice to fetch her and still get to the restaurant in time.
I stood in front of my closet, trying to decide what to wear. I was torn between being a wallflower — easy for David to miss me, while I watched from afar.
“Stop it, Nancy,” I barked at myself in the mirror. “You’re going to be bold.”
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I slipped into a stunning red dress that David had bought me for my birthday some time ago. It still fit perfectly. And I remembered the conversation clearly.
“Red has always been your color,” David said, removing the dress from the box.
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I looked in the mirror — I was bold, striking — a symbol of the confrontation that was about to come. But although I knew that I looked good, at the heart of it, I was just hurt and betrayed.
I arrived at the restaurant a little early, the hum of anticipation and the clinking of glasses around me.
And there she was, the other woman. She was dressed in red, too — as per David’s instructions. She had a carefree smile as she held her phone at different angles, taking photos of herself.
Taking a deep breath, I took the table next to her, ensuring that my back was to the door. I didn’t want David to see me first. I needed him to see me at the right moment.
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The moment my husband walked in, the air shifted. He approached her with a warmth and intimacy that sent a jolt through my heart.
A long time ago, David had looked at me in that way, too.
I took a sip of the wine I had ordered — I needed something to help settle my nerves.
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David’s eyes were soft as he pulled a chair to sit next to the woman, instead of across from her. It was something he did with me, too. So that he could put his hand on my knee. He handed her a large bouquet of flowers and a white box.
“Isabelle,” he said, leaning in for a kiss that lingered too long for my comfort. “You look stunning as always, darling.”
Her laughter was light, and as carefree as her selfie session from before.
“David, you always know how to make a girl feel special. Seven years already? Can you believe it?”
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In that moment, his eyes met mine, the warmth in his smile froze, replaced by a dawning realization and fear.
Without a word, he rose from his seat, mumbling an excuse to use the restroom to Isabelle.
“Don’t you dare, David!” I exclaimed.
He stopped, a look of panic crossing his face. Isabelle, now a confused and flustered mess, watched the scene unfold.
David, caught between his wife and his secret lover, stood rooted to the spot. I could see the wheels turning in his head, calculating his next move.
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Turning to Isabelle, I introduced myself with a calmness I didn’t quite feel.
“I’m Nancy,” I said. “David’s wife of almost eighteen years.”
“What?” Isabelle remarked, her face turning pale. “I had no idea! David told me that you were separated, but still on good terms because of your children.”
Isabelle’s fingers nervously twisted a lock of her hair. It was clear that she was as much a victim of David’s lies as I was.
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My husband’s eyes begged for forgiveness — or for the earth to open up and swallow him whole. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. The silence was deafening.
“Separated? How original, David.”
Looking directly at Isabelle, I saw the tears well in her eyes.
“I’m so sorry,” she said. “I never wanted to be a part of something like this.”
“I never meant for it to go this far,” David said.
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I couldn’t tell which one of us he was talking to.
Isabelle sniffed into her napkin. I could see that she was visibly shaken.
But seven years? They had been together for seven years, and not once did she ask to meet my daughters? Or even meet me?
Did she not think that they were getting serious? Or that there was more to their relationship than just dating?
It didn’t make sense to me. None of it did. David and I got married when we were very young — almost straight out of high school. Despite the usual bickering that married couples went through, we were good. We were strong.
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Until I found that note.
I thought about all the times that we had argued — sure, it was uncomfortable at the time, but we went through everything together and always came out better. I thought about all of David’s late nights, and the business trips.
I remembered the one evening, as I sat in bed eating a bowl of ice cream, David packed his things into a suitcase.
“I’ll just be away for the weekend,” he said.
“Where are you staying?” I asked.
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“At a hotel,” he answered immediately. “But I’m not going to be alone. One of the guys will be sharing a room with me.”
I nodded. I trusted him; he had never given me any reason not to.
Now, I sat back in my chair, and watched as David fought himself not to reach out and comfort Isabelle. He had a pained look on his face, with his fists clenched tightly.
That hurt me the most. The fact that my husband cared enough for this woman, wanting to reach out to her — in my presence.
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I didn’t feel that our marriage was over. But that was the moment that my heart broke completely.
“I’ll begin the divorce process,” I told David, picking up my handbag.
“You need to explain this to the girls; I’m not going to.”
As I left, the restaurant faded into a blur. The night air felt colder as I walked to my car. I had faced my betrayal. But I knew that I had a lot to work through.
I just needed to be strong for my girls. I knew that the divorce would wreck them, and our family. But David had forced my hand.
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What would you have done?
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