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She had just moved to Los Angeles in 2006, a year that still felt like a dare. Her job at a members-only cigar lounge came with a front-row seat to fame and the people orbiting it. He arrived with friends to play poker, all easy laughter and practiced politeness. He was Eddie Cibrian—handsome, working, the kind of celebrity who makes a room feel warmer when he walks in.

 

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He didn’t wear a ring. He didn’t talk about a wife.
He made her feel like the only girl in the room.  She was 21, impressionable, and convinced this was the start of something real. They exchanged numbers. They started texting. Then came the nights that turned into a pattern. By late 2006, they had what she now calls a “weekly booty call.” He never hid her away in shadows, and somehow that made it feel safer. If there was something to hide, wouldn’t he act like there was? The logic was naïve but comforting.

This was before social media told on everyone. No holiday photos to decode, no tagged posts to fear. Just her, and him, and a calendar that kept pulling them back together. Then a coworker murmured the rumor. She googled. The words hit like cold rain: married to Brandi Glanville. Confronted, he pushed back. He downplayed. She wanted to believe him. She believed the version of him who never wore the ring, who never mentioned a home full of family. For a while, wanting to believe was enough. Life in Los Angeles rushed forward anyway. In early 2007, she also dated Desperate Housewives actor Jesse Metcalfe—sweet gestures, a birthday, a pair of Marc Jacobs sunglasses, and then a fade-out. But the gravity of the other relationship kept pulling. Private became complicated. Complicated became public.

In 2009, a different headline detonated: Eddie Cibrian and LeAnn Rimes—co-stars turned scandal. The separation with Brandi Glanville followed in 2009. The divorce finalized in 2010. LeAnn and Eddie married in 2011. For years, the story survived as a tabloid fossil—everyone knew the outline, nobody had the diary. But she did. She had the texts, the memories, and the way shame can echo in a young woman’s chest long after the cameras stop caring. In her 2025 memoir My Good Side, Scheana Shay finally stitches the fragments together: the lounge, the poker table, the ring that never appeared, the weekly routine that felt like a relationship until it didn’t. She writes that she “didn’t see a single red flag,” and if that sounds impossible, she explains why it wasn’t: no ring, no talk of home, and a man who made her feel chosen. She owns the mistakes without varnish. She names the denial she swallowed to keep the fantasy intact. She even admits the irony she feels now, after experiencing betrayal in her own life years later. The book isn’t just gossip; it’s grief work in public. She writes about losses that stacked up like stones and the OCD diagnosis that finally gave a name to the hurricane inside her head. It’s not an excuse. It’s a map of how someone gets lost. It’s also a record of how she crawled back to tell the truth, breathless and a little braver. Looking back, she can list every moment that should have been the sign.

The calendar that only worked one night a week. The addresses that were always hers, never his. The way he could be everywhere with her and somehow nowhere at all. She says it plainly now: she would have made different choices with more information and more self-respect. But we don’t get the final draft at 21. We get the messy first chapter and a thousand edits. When Brandi’s world cracked in 2009, Scheana watched from a distance, feeling the guilt in her throat while the media made a sport of the pain. When Eddie and LeAnn married in 2011, it closed one book and opened another that still trends every anniversary post. Today, she is a mother, a wife, and a reality-TV veteran who knows exactly how public stories warp private hearts. She says her memoir isn’t about revenge; it’s about context. About putting dates next to feelings. About saying, “Here is what I knew, when I knew it, and why I thought it meant something different.” The lesson isn’t tidy. It rarely is. But it’s honest. And sometimes honesty is the headline that finally lets the past stop shouting. If you’ve ever loved the wrong person for the right reasons, you know her ending: you forgive yourself, you forgive what you can, and you move forward with both eyes open. That, she says, is her good side.

Sources:

• Entertainment Weekly – Scheana Shay memoir excerpt: meeting in 2006 at a private lounge, no ring, “didn’t see a single red flag,” grief and OCD context, and Eddie Cibrian affair details. (EW.com)

• PEOPLE – Follow-up coverage on Shay’s stance now and confirmation of memoir My Good Side release timing (July 22, 2025). (People.com)

• E! News – “Weekly booty call” phrasing and no-ring claim. (E! Online)

• BravoTV – Timeline note that she also dated Jesse Metcalfe in early 2007. (Bravo)

• PEOPLE – Eddie Cibrian & LeAnn Rimes timeline: separation (2009), divorce finalization (2010), marriage (2011). (People.com)