Zac Efron’s fans were left shocked when they saw his new face in a recent interview he did for Entertainment Weekly. The 36-year-old was promoting his new movie, The Iron Claw, but it’s his fuller and bigger facial features that got most of the attention.
His appearance went viral.
Looking handsome in a simple white t-shirt alongside his co-stars Jeremy Allen White and Harris Dickinson, Zac’s latest appearance went viral. Many people asked, “What happened to his face?” and flooded the internet with questions and observations such as, “His face is huge now,” “What happened to his jaw?” and “His face doesn’t even move now.”
Others were also quick to draw comparisons and find similarities between Efron, David Hasselhoff, or Rob Lowe. While someone wrote, “Woah, he looks like the villain in Avengers: Endgame,” and another noted, “I could see him being the Joker.”
However, many fans were quick to come to the actor’s defense and explain that his jaw was shattered in a car accident, and he underwent procedures to get it restructured, which is why he looks different now.
Efron’s face sparked debate in the past as well.
This is not the first time that the 17 Again actor’s face sparked online debate. Back in April 2021, people wondered why the lower half of his face looked so different as the actor starred in Facebook Watch’s “Earth Day Musical.”
Efron finally explained the reason for this transformation back in October 2022 when he appeared on the cover of Men’s Health magazine. He shared with the magazine that he broke his jaw when he was running around his house in socks. He slipped and hit his chin on the hard corner of a stone fountain.
During his recovery, the High School Musical star shared that certain facial muscles tried to compensate for the injury. He worked with a physical therapist to help with this. However, when he took a break from therapy, he noticed that the jaw muscles, called masseters, grew much larger.
To learn more about the truth behind the plastic surgery rumors, and Zac’s explanation, then check out this article.
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My Son Lifted Saleswoman’s Skirt Screaming: ‘Mommy, Look! That’s Why She’s Angry’
When Madeline and Ryan decide to go shopping for a new vacuum cleaner, their four-year-old son reveals that he knows the saleswoman—a woman that he had seen in his father’s office, the tattoo on her leg a dead giveaway.
It was an ordinary Saturday morning—the kind that held a promise of simple pleasures and family time.
“Madeline,” my husband said as he poured himself some coffee, “we’ll leave after breakfast, okay?”
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I nodded as I cracked eggs into a bowl, ready to make breakfast for Ryan, my husband, and Sam, our four-year-old son.
It wasn’t anything special—we were just going to go out and get fruit for the week, and replace our broken vacuum cleaner. But what I didn’t know was that beneath the surface of this ordinary outing, a story was brewing, one that would shatter my reality of life as I knew it.
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“What’s for breakfast, Mom?” Sam asked, bouncing into the kitchen.
Later, when we were finally out of the house, I realized how grateful I was for the little life that we were living together as a family of three. I had always wanted a small family and a soft life—little outings, getting fresh fruit and vegetables from a farmer’s market, and so on.
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I always thought that by marrying Ryan, I had gotten just that.
As we entered the store, Ryan veered off to examine some electronics, leaving Sam and me in the vacuum aisle. Ben held tightly onto my dress. He was always nervous when we ventured out.
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I approached a saleswoman to inquire about a high-end vacuum I had spotted online.
“Don’t worry about the prices,” Ryan had said the night before when I sat at the dining room table with my laptop, looking through the latest brands and models of vacuums.
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“Really?” I asked him. My husband wasn’t one to hold onto his pockets tightly, but recently he had become more liberal with spending in general.
“Yes,” he said, kissing my forehead before heading to read Sam a bedtime story. “Choose whatever you want.”
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At the store, however, the saleswoman looked me up and down.
“This vacuum?” she asked, pointing to the one I was inquiring about.
“Yes,” I replied. “And does it come in any other colors?”
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“It’s extremely expensive, you don’t look like you can afford it,” she sneered, looking me up and down with disdain again. She eyed my son, too. It was like she had seen him before, but couldn’t quite place him.
Her words stung, but before I could even muster a reply, Sam let go of my dress and darted to the woman.
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Then he did something very out of character. Sam reached out to touch the saleswoman’s skirt, and slowly lifted it to a point just above her knee. There on her thigh was a large, distinctive tattoo.
“Look, Mom, look!” Sam exclaimed, pointing excitedly.
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The saleswoman’s face turned a fierce shade of red as she scrambled to cover herself.
“How dare you!” she yelled, her voice filled with indignation.
Panicking, I grabbed my son, pulling him back.
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“I’m so sorry,” I stammered, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. “I’m sure he was just joking!”
But Sam was insistent, his little face screwed up in confusion.
“No, Mommy!” he said. “I’m not joking, Mommy! Look at that tattoo! I know it!”
My son looked like he was on the verge of tears.
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“What do you mean, sweetheart?” I asked him.
My voice trembled, dreading the answer that I somehow already knew.
For a few weeks now, I had had a sinking feeling in my stomach. I just felt that something was off with Ryan. We barely spent time together. Usually, when we put Sam to bed, it was our time. Just for us to sit together and catch up.
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But recently, we haven’t done any of that. Instead, Ryan would jump at the opportunity to put Sam to bed—something that involved at least an hour of playtime and a few bedtime stories later.
So, I would end up doing laundry and dishes, and then just go to bed.
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And Ryan’s new thing was that he was obsessed with getting a tattoo.
“I just think that I’m old enough to settle on something,” he said when I dug into a bar of chocolate.
“What are you planning on getting?” I asked him, suddenly confused by the new interest in tattoos.
“I’m not sure,” he said. “But I have options.”
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“I saw her in Dad’s office. Daddy was holding her leg, and said that he was treating it. And that the tattoo was very sore,” Sam said matter-of-factly.
A cold shiver ran down my spine. Ryan wasn’t a doctor; he was a lawyer. There was no need to ‘treat’ anyone.
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There was no innocent explanation for what Sam had described. I glanced at the saleswoman, her earlier arrogance replaced by a mask of fear.
Just then, Ryan’s voice cut through the tense air.
“Maddie,” he said. “I finally found…” he trailed off as he rounded the corner and saw the tableau before him—his wife, his son, and his mistress in a standstill of awkwardness and shame.
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Silence enveloped us. Ryan stuttered, attempting to concoct some plausible excuse, but the truth was glaringly obvious in the panic etched across his face.
I silenced him with a raised hand.
Sam gripped onto my hand, and swung it backward and forward a few times. He eyed his father nervously.
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“We’ll discuss this at home,” I said quietly, my heart breaking inside.
The saleswoman slipped away, her part in this domestic drama over for the moment.
Before heading home, Ryan took us to Sam’s favorite fast food place. I knew that he was trying to get on Sam’s good side again. I ordered some tea to calm my nerves.
“Can we eat at home?” Sam asked me, his eyes wide with emotion.
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That night, after putting Sam to bed and ensuring that he was sound asleep, I confronted my husband.
The façade of our happy marriage crumbled entirely as he confessed to an affair that had started over a year ago.
The details poured out, each one a dagger in my heart. The trust we had built over years was obliterated in just a few minutes.
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“Sasha and I were just friends,” Ryan said, putting the kettle on for me. “But then we needed to get new computers for the office. So I went to that store—and we got talking. That’s how it started.”
“And you just continued it? Did you even think about Sam and I?”
Ryan shook his head at my words.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I just needed something new.”
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He sat down on the couch and looked at me, as if waiting for me to lose my temper. But I was beyond it. I didn’t want to react in any other manner than calm.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized that this was a fight I didn’t want to have. Ryan had been with this woman for over a year. He had chosen this woman for that long.
He had made his bed.
But the only thing that I wanted to know was why Sam had witnessed the entire interaction.
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“Why was Sam there?” I asked him.
“It was that day that the daycare needed us to pick up the kids early and you were stuck in meetings. So, I took him to the office for a while. He was supposed to be sitting in the reception and drawing with Nick, but then he came running into my office.”
I filed for divorce soon after. The process was painful—there were tears shed, lawyers were called, and a family was broken.
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I grappled with the betrayal, struggling to understand how the man I loved could have deceived me so thoroughly.
In the end, it was Sam’s innocent revelation that had brought the painful truth to light. While the knowledge devastated me, it also offered a strange sort of relief.
“Take his money,” my lawyer said. “We’re going to take him for everything he has.”
And I did.
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