HOLLYWOOD TRAGEDY: Former NBC and CBS Soap Star Francisco San Martin Dies by Suicide at 39
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.
I only meant to check on my daughter, but the scene inside that dining room made my blood turn cold. She was pregnant, drenched, and shaking over a sink piled high with dishes, while her husband laughed with investors and his mother watched like a queen. “Hurry up,” he snapped. “You’re humiliating me.” I walked out without a word and made one phone call. Moments later, his investors pushed back their chairs, killed the million-dollar contract, and greeted me like the person who truly held their future.
PART 1 — The Night I Discovered What My Daughter Had Been Hiding
The first thing I noticed was not the luxury.
Not the crystal chandelier hanging above the dining room.
Not the polished silverware arranged perfectly across the long wooden table.
Not the six men in expensive suits laughing over glasses of wine while discussing numbers that probably had more zeros than I wanted to count.
The first thing I noticed...
Was my daughter.
And for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
Emily stood near the kitchen sink.
Barefoot.
Eight months pregnant.
Her dress was soaked from the knees down, clinging to her tired body.
Her hair stuck against her cheeks.
Her hands were red and trembling as she scrubbed a mountain of dirty dishes stacked higher than I thought one person should ever have to wash alone.
She looked nothing like the daughter I remembered.
The little girl who used to run through our backyard with muddy shoes.
The teenager who argued about bedtime but always came back five minutes later to hug me.
The young woman who promised me she would never let anyone make her feel small.
But standing there...
She looked small.
Too small.
I had only gone there because I wanted to check on her.
That was all.
Emily had missed three of my calls that week.
She usually answered immediately.
Even when she was busy.
Even when she was tired.
But lately, her messages had become shorter.
I'm okay, Mom.
Just busy.
I'll call you soon.
Every mother knows when those words are hiding something.
We may not know what the secret is.
But we know there is one.
So I drove across town that evening with a small bag of groceries and the excuse that I wanted to bring her some homemade soup.
I didn't tell myself I was worried.
Because admitting that meant something was wrong.
And I wasn't ready for that.
The house was exactly what I expected.
Huge.
Perfect.
Cold.
Daniel had always loved appearances.
Everything about his life was designed to impress people.
The expensive car.
The designer clothes.
The photographs with important people.
The stories about his business.
Especially his business.
He wanted everyone to believe he was a man destined for greatness.
And according to him, tonight was supposed to be one of the biggest nights of his career.
Important investors were visiting.
A million-dollar partnership was supposedly on the table.
That was why, when I opened the front door and heard laughter coming from the dining room, I assumed everything was normal.
Until I saw her.
At the table, Daniel sat at the center.
Like a king.
His suit was perfectly pressed.
His watch probably cost more than my first car.
He held a wine glass in one hand while explaining his vision to the men around him.
"Gentlemen," he said confidently, "success is built on trust."
Everyone listened.
Everyone smiled.
Everyone looked impressed.
Except my daughter.
She was standing behind them.
Cleaning up after them.
Daniel's mother, Marianne, sat beside him.
She was wearing a pearl necklace and the expression of someone who believed the entire room belonged to her.
The moment she noticed me, her smile disappeared.
Then she recovered.
"Well," she said loudly.
Every person at the table turned.
"Look who decided to visit without announcing herself."
Her tone was polite.
But I knew women like Marianne.
They could insult you while smiling.
"Linda."
Daniel looked over.
His smile paused for half a second.
Then it returned.
Sharp.
Controlled.
"Didn't expect to see you tonight."
Not Mom.
Not welcome.
Just my name.
I noticed.
Emily looked up.
"Mom?"
The way she said it broke my heart.
Not because she was happy to see me.
Because she sounded embarrassed.
Like she had been caught doing something shameful.
I stepped farther into the room.
My eyes never left her.
"Why is my daughter wet?"
Nobody answered immediately.
That silence told me more than any explanation could.
Daniel laughed softly.
The kind of laugh people use when they want everyone else to think the person asking questions is being unreasonable.
"Linda, relax."
He lifted his glass.
"Emily spilled some water."
I looked at the floor.
A puddle surrounded her feet.
But the explanation didn't make sense.
A glass of water didn't make a pregnant woman look terrified.
A glass of water didn't make her hands shake.
A glass of water didn't make her avoid eye contact with her own mother.
"She insisted on helping," Daniel continued.
"You know Emily."
He smiled.
"She can be dramatic."
I looked at my daughter.
"Is that true?"
Emily opened her mouth.
Then closed it.
That hurt more than anything.
Because my daughter had never been afraid to speak.
Not with me.
Not ever.
But now...
She was measuring every word.
Every breath.
Every reaction.
Marianne placed her wine glass down.
"A wife should support her husband."
Her voice was calm.
Almost reasonable.
Especially when heard by strangers.
"Daniel has important people here tonight. The least Emily can do is make things easier for him."
I stared at her.
"By washing dishes?"
Marianne smiled.
"By being useful."
The word hung in the air.
Useful.
Not loved.
Not respected.
Useful.
One of the investors shifted uncomfortably.
Another looked down at his plate.
They noticed.
They all noticed.
But nobody wanted to be the first person to say something.
Because powerful people often create rooms where everyone sees the truth...
And nobody wants to touch it.
I walked closer to Emily.
Only then did I see everything.
The raw skin around her fingers.
The exhaustion under her eyes.
The way one hand kept protecting her stomach.
The way she stood carefully, as if every movement hurt.
And behind her...
A basket full of wet towels.
A cracked glass near her bare feet.
A kitchen floor that looked like she had been cleaning for hours.
Then Daniel spoke.
Without looking at her.
"Emily."
Her shoulders immediately tightened.
"Yes?"
"Move faster."
The entire room went quiet.
"You are making us look bad."
I looked at him.
Really looked at him.
This was the man my daughter married.
The man who promised to protect her.
The man who held her hand when she told us she was pregnant.
The man who looked into my eyes and promised:
"I'll take care of her."
But now...
He was sitting comfortably while she stood barefoot in water.
Emily whispered:
"I'm fine, Mom."
But she wasn't.
And we both knew it.
I slowly placed the grocery bag on the table.
Then I looked around the room.
At the investors.
At Marianne.
At Daniel.
And finally...
At my daughter.
Something inside me changed.
Because I understood something in that moment.
Daniel thought I was powerless.
He thought I was just Linda, an older woman with a modest home and an ordinary life.
He thought he could humiliate my daughter in front of me and face no consequences.
What he didn't know...
Was that I had spent years quietly building something he never bothered to ask about.
I had allowed people to underestimate me.
Because arrogant people reveal themselves when they believe no one can stop them.
I looked at Daniel.
And I smiled.
Not because I was calm.
But because I finally knew exactly who I was dealing with.
And he had no idea...
That the woman he thought was harmless was about to become the biggest problem his empire had ever faced.
