Diana Ross celebrated her birthday yesterday! 🎉 Wishing her the best years to come. 🌟 Inside her eventful love life and the men she was close to.Read The Full Story In The First Comment 👇💬⤵️

Within a few years, they welcomed Chudney Ross and Tracee Ellis Ross, and Silberstein also adopted her eldest daughter, Rhonda Ross Kendrick.

They lived in a modern Beverly Hills mansion the singer had purchased, and the household included a chef, an English secretary, a housekeeper, a yardman, and a nanny.

Even after their marriage ended in 1977, this was not a relationship that seemed to turn bitter in public, as they reportedly have stayed friendly since.

But while Silberstein was the man who shared Ross’s family world, he was not the one she would later describe in the most bittersweet terms.

Arne Naess Jr., the Love She Never Seemed to Forget

When Ross married Norwegian shipping magnate and mountaineer Arne Naess Jr. in 1985, this was not just another headline romance. He became her second husband, and over time, their relationship came to feel like the emotional center of her love story.

In the happier years, Ross painted a picture of a romance that felt exciting and alive. A later profile described the way she once spoke about their time apart, making reunions feel fresh and romantic, even calling their life together a series of “very sexy honeymoons.”

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