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HOLLYWOOD TRAGEDY: Former NBC and CBS Soap Star Francisco San Martin Dies by Suicide at 39
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Los Angeles, California — The bright lights of two American television giants—NBC and CBS—seem to have dimmed a little today. Millions of loyal viewers are reeling in shock and profound grief following sudden, heartbreaking news: Francisco San Martin, the handsome actor who captured hearts on the hit soap operas Days of Our Lives (NBC) and The Bold and the Beautiful (CBS), has died at the age of 39.
His passing has dealt a heavy blow to Hollywood, shattering the quiet illusion that fame and success can shield someone from hidden pain. According to a report confirmed by the Los Angeles County Medical Examiner's Office, San Martin passed away at his home on Thursday, January 16. The most devastating and grim reality: the official cause of death has been ruled a suicide by "ligature hanging."
From a Boy in Montana to a Daytime Television Heartthrob
Francisco San Martin's life was a long journey driven by a deep passion for the arts. Born on the beautiful Spanish island of Mallorca, he was raised in the U.S. state of Montana. His love for the spotlight first blossomed during his roles in local children's theater productions. Entering his teenage years, he and his family returned to Spain, where he utilized his striking looks to work as a model while honing his craft in acting classes. After cutting his teeth in stage, television, and film productions in his home country, he decided to return to the U.S. to chase his big break.
And that break arrived on NBC. Millions of American viewers began to recognize Francisco when he took on the role of Dario Hernandez in the iconic soap Days of Our Lives between 2010 and 2011. His character was introduced mysteriously under the guise of a thief, but was later revealed to be secretly investigating a cold case. Although the role of Dario was recast with actor Jordi Vilasuso in 2016–2017, Francisco’s charming portrayal remained deeply etched in the minds of NBC viewers.
He didn't stop there; he went on to win over CBS audiences as well. In 2017, he appeared in seven episodes of The Bold and the Beautiful, playing the estate manager Mateo. Audiences also saw him shine on the screen alongside legends Michael Douglas and Matt Damon in Behind the Candelabra (2013), and acting opposite Gina Rodriguez in The CW's hit series Jane the Virgin (2017). His most recent credited role was in the 2022 short film Dot.
Drowning in Tears and Regret
As soon as the tragic news broke, social media was flooded with tearful tributes. To his colleagues, Francisco was far more than just a face that brought in ratings; he was a generous, driven, and incredibly warm artist.
Actress Camila Banus, who played his on-screen sister Gabi on Days of Our Lives, shared her immense heartbreak on her Instagram Story: "Pepe, what can I say but I love you and rest in peace, my friend. Love you mucho mucho mucho. I wish I had told you more."
Many still cannot fathom this bitter reality, as they had just recently seen a vibrant and healthy Francisco. Journalist Michael Fairman expressed his shock on X: "Very, very sad. I am a bit in shock, as I saw Francisco at my gym most every day."
At 39, an age when there is still so much of life left to live, the NBC and CBS star chose to close the curtain on his journey. The artistic legacy he leaves behind will live on, but his death also reopens an urgent, heartbreaking conversation: Behind radiant smiles and a thriving television career, there must always be room for honesty, compassion, and mental health support.
We send our deepest condolences to his family, and pray that Francisco has finally found the true peace he could not find under the glaring spotlight.
"The billionaire's family thought they had seventy-two hours to break a mother… but they had no idea who they had just challenged.
"The billionaire's family thought they had seventy-two hours to break a mother… but they had no idea who they had just challenged.
I Arrived Unannounced and Found My Mother-in-Law Pulling My Daughter’s Hair While Her Husband Watched His Phone—After I Slapped Him Three Times, He Gave Me Seventy-Two Hours to Beg...
The first thing I saw was my daughter on her knees.
The second was her mother-in-law’s fist tangled in her hair.
The third was my son-in-law sitting six feet away, calmly scrolling through his phone while his wife bled onto a white Persian rug.
I had not called before coming.
That decision saved my daughter’s life.
My name is Evelyn Carter. I was fifty-eight years old that October morning, a widow with aching knees, flour beneath my fingernails, and twenty-three years behind the counter of a small diner called Carter’s Table on the South Side of Chicago.
My restaurant had no polished marble, celebrity chef, or valet parking. It had chipped coffee mugs, cracked red booths, and a neon sign that flickered whenever the wind blew off Lake Michigan. I served meatloaf, chicken pot pie, biscuits, chili, and the kind of apple cobbler that made grown men close their eyes after the first bite.
That diner raised my only daughter, Hannah.
Her father died when she was seven. After that, I worked every morning, afternoon, holiday, and snowstorm so she would never feel the emptiness his death had left in our lives. I paid for braces, school trips, prom dresses, and four years at Northwestern University one plate at a time.
When Hannah introduced me to Grant Holloway, I thought my prayers had finally been answered.
Grant was thirty-two, handsome in the smooth, carefully manufactured way wealthy men often are. His family owned Holloway Select Markets, an upscale grocery chain with stores across Illinois, Wisconsin, and Indiana. He wore tailored suits, drove a black Mercedes, and spoke to me as though every sentence had been rehearsed by a public-relations team.
His mother, Margaret Holloway, wore pearls, attended charity luncheons, donated to churches, and told everyone she believed family was sacred.
At the wedding, she squeezed my hands and said, “Evelyn, Hannah will never be treated like an outsider. She is my daughter now.”
I believed her.
That was my first mistake.
My second was mistaking Grant’s politeness for character.
After the wedding, Hannah stopped visiting regularly. Her calls became shorter. Her voice became smaller.
“I’m fine, Mom.”
“I’m just tired.”
“Grant has business guests.”
“Margaret needs help with a charity dinner.”
She always had a reason. Yet beneath every excuse, I heard something else—a swallowed breath, a pause before answering, the careful tone of someone speaking while another person listened.
On that cold Tuesday, I woke before dawn and made Hannah’s favorite chicken-and-dumpling soup. I packed cornbread, cinnamon rolls, and a thermos of coffee, then drove north toward Lake Forest, where the Holloways lived behind stone walls and iron gates.
The sky was gray. Fog clung to the road. Fallen leaves skittered across the pavement like frightened animals.
The side gate stood open.
I carried the food up the walkway, telling myself I would surprise my daughter, hug her, and laugh about my lack of manners.
Then I heard Margaret screaming.
“You ungrateful little nobody! You married my son and still don’t understand your place!”
Hannah answered in a broken whisper.
“I was cleaning Grant’s room until three. He came home sick again. I only slept for two hours.”
A slap cracked through the house.
I dropped the thermos.
Coffee spilled across the stone porch.
Before I knew what I was doing, I shoved open the front door.
The scene inside looked like something staged for a nightmare.
Hannah was kneeling on the rug in wrinkled pajamas. Margaret stood behind her, yanking her head backward by the hair. My daughter’s cheek was swollen, and blood shone at the corner of her mouth.
Grant sat on a cream-colored leather sofa, one leg crossed over the other.
He was watching a basketball highlight on his phone.
He glanced up, annoyed by the interruption.
“Evelyn,” he said. “You should have called.”
I walked toward Margaret.
She released Hannah only when I struck her wrist hard enough to make her stumble.
“Get your hands off my child.”
Margaret stared at me as though the furniture had spoken.
“This is a private family matter.”
“You stopped being family the moment you put your hands on her.”
I pulled Hannah upright. Her legs shook so violently she could not stand without leaning against me.
Grant rose from the sofa.
“You’re misunderstanding what happened.”
I turned toward him.
He still held the phone.
“What exactly did I misunderstand?”
“Hannah has been disrespectful. Mom lost her temper. Nobody asked you to storm into our house like some—”
My palm hit his face before he finished.
The sound echoed beneath the crystal chandelier.
Grant’s head snapped sideways.
He stared at me in disbelief.
“You hit me.”
I slapped him again.
“That was for watching.”
His expression twisted.
“You crazy old—”
The third slap landed harder than the first two.
“That was for pretending to be a husband.”
Margaret shrieked and rushed toward me, but I stepped between her and Hannah.
“You people don’t know who you’re dealing with,” Margaret hissed. “We can shut down your filthy diner with one phone call.”
I brushed my daughter’s hair away from her bruised face.
“Hannah, we’re leaving.”
Grant moved in front of the door.
“If she walks out, she gets nothing. No house, no car, no money. And when I’m finished, your diner won’t have a supplier willing to sell you a single egg.”
Hannah trembled against me.
I looked directly into his eyes.
“Move.”
“Or what?”
“Or the next call I make won’t be to the police.”
Grant smirked.
“Who are you going to call? A cook? A waitress? One of the old men who drinks coffee at your counter?”
“My attorney.”
His smile weakened.
I led Hannah outside with nothing but the clothes she wore. As we reached my car, Grant shouted from the doorway.
“You have seventy-two hours! Bring her back here on her knees, or I’ll destroy both of you!”
I helped Hannah into the passenger seat.
Then I turned toward the mansion.
Grant and Margaret stood beneath the grand entrance, framed by marble columns and wealth that had made them believe they were untouchable.
“You’ve made one serious mistake,” I called.
Grant laughed. “What mistake is that?”
“You gave me three days.”
His face changed slightly.
I closed the car door.
As we drove away, Hannah whispered, “Mom, you don’t understand. They really can destroy us.”
I gripped the steering wheel.
“No, sweetheart.”
In the rearview mirror, the Holloway mansion disappeared into the fog.
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Chapter 2 - WHEN THE POLICE WALKED INThe first police officer entered The Copper Lantern less than seven minutes after Elena made the call.
Chapter 2 - WHEN THE POLICE WALKED INThe first police officer entered The Copper Lantern less than seven minutes after Elena made the call.
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To Maya, it felt like seven hours.
She sat curled into herself beside the overturned chair, one hand pressed against the side of her head. Her carefully styled hair had fallen across her face. Tears continued sliding down her cheeks, but she made no sound.
David stood three feet away from her.
He had recovered some of his confidence.
That frightened Elena more than his panic had.
“I didn’t assault anyone,” he announced before the officers even reached the table. “This is a private family disagreement that has been completely exaggerated.”
The restaurant remained silent.
More than sixty people had witnessed what happened, yet David spoke as if he could erase all of them simply by sounding certain enough.
The first officer was a woman named Sergeant Claire Donovan. She was in her early forties, with steady gray eyes and the kind of voice that did not need to become loud to command a room.
“Sir, step away from the woman,” she said.
“I’m her husband.”
“That was not my question.”
David’s jaw tightened.
Rebecca immediately rose from her chair.
“My son was correcting his wife,” she said. “There was no crime. Maya became hysterical and embarrassed him in front of everyone. David simply tried to calm her down.”
Several diners reacted at once.
A woman near the bar whispered, “Calm her down?”
A man at the next table shook his head in disbelief.
The server who had been holding the silver tray finally placed it on an empty table. His hands were still trembling.
Sergeant Donovan looked toward Maya.
“Ma’am, are you injured?”
Maya opened her mouth.
Nothing came out.
David took one step toward her.
Elena moved between them.
“Do not go near her.”
He stared at Elena with pure hatred.
“You’ve already caused enough trouble.”
“No,” Elena replied. “I finally stopped pretending there wasn’t any.”
A second officer approached David and instructed him to place his hands behind his back.
David laughed.
“You cannot be serious.”
“We have several witnesses reporting that you grabbed your wife by the hair and forced her head downward.”
“She’s my wife.”
Sergeant Donovan’s expression hardened.
“That does not give you ownership of her body.”
The handcuffs clicked shut.
It was the first sound in the restaurant that seemed to wake everyone.
David’s face changed instantly.
His arrogance disappeared, replaced by disbelief.
He had expected discomfort.
He had expected Elena to threaten him.
He had expected Maya to cry, apologize, and convince everyone that the situation had been misunderstood.
He had not expected steel around his wrists.
“Mother,” he snapped.
Rebecca stepped forward. “Officer, release him immediately. Our family has attorneys.”
“You are free to contact them,” Sergeant Donovan replied.
David twisted toward Maya.
“Tell them the truth.”
Maya flinched.
He raised his voice.
“Maya, tell them I didn’t hurt you.”
Elena reached for her daughter’s hand.
Maya’s fingers felt cold.
“Look at me,” Elena whispered.
Maya slowly lifted her eyes.
For the first time that evening, Elena saw more than humiliation in her daughter’s face.
She saw terror.
Not fear of the police.
Fear of what David would do later.
That realization struck Elena harder than anything she had witnessed at the table.
This had not begun tonight.
Tonight was merely the first time David had forgotten to hide it.
“Ma’am,” Sergeant Donovan said gently, “did your husband pull your hair?”
Maya looked at David.
His expression held a warning only she seemed able to understand.
Then she looked at Rebecca.
Her mother-in-law’s face had become cold and empty.
Maya began shaking again.
Elena squeezed her hand.
“You are not going home with him,” she whispered. “You will not be alone tonight.”
David heard her.
“She is coming home with me.”
The officer beside him tightened his hold.
“You are currently being detained. Stop speaking to her.”
“She belongs in our house.”
Elena turned slowly.
“She does not belong to you.”
For several seconds, David said nothing.
Then he smiled.
It was not a pleasant smile.
“You have no idea what she has done,” he said.
Maya’s fingers suddenly clenched around Elena’s hand.
Elena noticed.
“What does that mean?” she asked.
David looked directly at Maya.
“Ask her about the money.”
Maya went pale.
Before Elena could respond, the restaurant manager hurried toward Sergeant Donovan carrying a tablet.
“We have security cameras,” he said. “The entire dining room is recorded.”
David stopped smiling.
Rebecca’s eyes widened.
The manager tapped the screen.
“There are four camera angles. One of them has audio.”
For the first time, David looked genuinely afraid.
Sergeant Donovan accepted the tablet.
“We’ll need copies.”
“You can have everything.”
The server with the shaking hands stepped forward.
“I saw it too,” he said. “He struck the table before grabbing her. And this wasn’t the first thing he did tonight.”
Another diner stood.
“I recorded part of it on my phone.”
Then another.
“So did I.”
Within seconds, six people were offering videos.
David stared around the room.
The crowd he had assumed would remain silent was no longer silent.
An elderly man near the window spoke first.
“I watched you humiliate that young woman for almost forty minutes.”
A college student at the bar lifted her phone.
“And I recorded your mother applauding.”
Rebecca’s composure cracked.
“You had no right to record us!”
The student looked at her coldly.
“You were in the middle of a crowded restaurant.”
Sergeant Donovan turned toward Maya again.
“Would you be willing to come with us to make a statement?”
Maya looked toward the exit as if she could already imagine the entire city waiting outside to judge her.
“I don’t know.”
David immediately seized on her hesitation.
“She doesn’t want to press charges.”
“That decision has not been made,” the officer said.
“I’m her husband. I know what she wants.”
Maya’s head rose.
Something passed across her face.
It was small.
Almost invisible.
But Elena saw it.
Anger.
Maya had spent so many years swallowing it that she barely recognized the feeling when it finally returned.
“No,” Maya whispered.
Everyone became still.
David turned toward her.
“What did you say?”
Maya’s voice trembled, but this time the words came.
“You don’t know what I want.”
Rebecca scoffed.
“Don’t start acting brave because your mother is here.”
Maya looked at her mother-in-law.
The fear remained, but something else had joined it.
“I want to make a statement.”
David lunged forward.
The officer pulled him back before he took more than one step.
“You ungrateful—”
“Enough!” Sergeant Donovan ordered.
David struggled against the handcuffs.
“Maya, think carefully. Once you start this, you cannot take it back.”
Maya wiped her face.
“That’s what you always told me.”
She stood slowly.
“But I think I’ve spent enough years taking things back.”
Elena wrapped an arm around her daughter’s shoulders.
As the officers escorted David toward the front door, diners moved aside.
No one looked impressed by his expensive suit anymore.
No one cared that he was a successful financial consultant, that he belonged to private clubs, or that his mother’s family name appeared on plaques inside hospitals and universities.
They saw him for what he was.
A man in handcuffs who had hurt someone he believed would never speak.
Rebecca followed behind him, shouting that the police would regret humiliating her family.
At the entrance, David looked over his shoulder.
His eyes found Maya.
“This is your last chance,” he said.
Maya leaned against Elena.
Then she answered him.
“No, David.”
She took a breath.
“It was yours.”
The restaurant doors closed behind him.
Applause did not erupt.
There was no celebration.
Only a strange, heavy silence filled with the understanding that something terrible had been interrupted—but not yet ended.
Sergeant Donovan approached Maya.
“Do you have somewhere safe to stay?”
Elena answered immediately.
“She is coming home with me.”
Maya lowered her eyes.
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“My medication is at the house. My work computer. My identification. Everything.”
“We can arrange for officers to accompany you,” Sergeant Donovan said.
Maya shook her head quickly.
“No. David keeps things there.”
Elena studied her face.
“What things?”
Maya’s lips trembled.
“Files.”
“What kind of files?”
Before Maya could answer, her phone began vibrating on the table.
The screen showed an incoming call.
DAVID’S OFFICE.
Maya stared at it.
It stopped.
Then began ringing again.
A voicemail notification appeared.
Elena picked up the phone and activated the speaker.
A nervous male voice filled the space around them.
“Maya, this is Andrew from Vance Strategic. I know tonight is probably a bad time, but I need you to call me immediately. David’s been using your electronic signature on company documents, and the auditors just arrived.”
Maya’s knees nearly gave way.
Elena caught her.
The message continued.
“There are transfers connected to an account in your name. Maya, I’m sorry, but this is serious. You need an attorney before you speak to anyone.”
The voicemail ended.
Maya stared at the dark screen.
David’s final words suddenly carried a different meaning.
Ask her about the money.
Elena looked toward the restaurant doors through which he had disappeared.
The assault had brought the police.
But whatever David had hidden behind Maya’s name might destroy far more than his marriage.
And Maya whispered the sentence that made Elena’s blood run cold.
“Mom, I think he has been planning to blame everything on me.”
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