
Age: 36
female
Jessie Buckley (born 28 December 1989) is an Irish actress and singer. Her accolades include Best Actress at the Oscar Academy Awards 2026 (becoming the first Irish woman to win it), a British Academy Film Award, an Actor Award, a Golden Globe Award, and a Scottish BAFTA, in addition to nominations for two Academy Awards. Buckley began her career in 2008 as a contestant on the BBC talent show I'd Do Anything, in which she came second. A RADA graduate, her early onscreen appearances were in BBC television series such as War & Peace (2016) and Taboo (2017). Buckley made her film debut with the lead role in Beast (2017), followed by her breakout role as an aspiring country music singer in the musical film Wild Rose (2018); the latter earned her a nomination for the BAFTA Award for Best Actress in a Leading Role. Buckley's career progressed with starring roles in films such as I'm Thinking of Ending Things (2020), Men (2022), Women Talking (2022) and Wicked Little Letters (2023). For her performance as a troubled mother in the psychological drama The Lost Daughter (2021), she received nominations for the BAFTA Award for Best Actress in a Supporting Role and the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress. She gained further recognition for her portrayal of Agnes Shakespeare in the period drama Hamnet (2025), receiving a Golden Globe, a BAFTA Award, an Actor Award and an Academy Award for Best Actress. On television, Buckley has starred in the HBO miniseries Chernobyl (2019) and season four of Fargo (2020). On stage, Buckley's portrayal of Sally Bowles in a 2021 West End theatre revival of Cabaret won her the Laurence Olivier Award for Best Actress in a Musical. In 2022, she released the collaborative album For All Our Days That Tear the Heart with Bernard Butler, which was shortlisted for the 2022 Mercury Prize. Description above from the Wikipedia article Jessie Buckley, licensed under CC-BY-SA, full list of contributors on Wikipedia.

My husband’s dead. She’s at my door. She owns my home… The doorbell rings, just days after my beloved husband’s sudden death. I don’t recognise the woman on our doorstep, with her buttery blonde highlights, a diamond bracelet identical to my own and a bouncing baby boy in her arms. As I show her inside, I notice her eyes grow wide as she takes in our spacious hallway, and the big squashy sofas that we all used to pile on. She glances at the silver-framed family photos and my little daughter hiding behind my skirts. She looks at me, her blue eyes serious. ‘I’m sorry’ she says. ‘I know this will be hard to hear. But I am your husband’s girlfriend. And this is his son.’ My world implodes. And then she tells me that she owns our home – and that she’s not going anywhere…




