Grammy-winning singer breaks down in tears as he leaves Mexican reality show with 'critical' medical issue
The Mexican–American singer Lupillo Rivera delivered a bombshell revelation on Wednesday's episode of the Mexican reality show La Casa de los Famosos All Stars.
The 53-year-old Grammy winner was visibly emotional and began to tear up as he announced to his cast mates on the Telemundo series that he would be departing the show due to an unspecified health issue.
'For medical reasons, a critical situation, I won't be able to continue on La Casa de los Famosos All Stars,' he said, via Deadline, after his sobs made it difficult for him to speak.
The other stars of the Big Brother–style reality series were visibly concerned, and some even started to tear up just at the sight of Rivera choking up.
'I have had a good time with all of you,' he continued while struggling to get his words out. 'I've had bad moments and I ask for forgiveness to production.
At one point, he even looked frustrated by his own distress as he stamped on the floor while trying to speak.
'I love this game. I love to win. I love to lose. I love to debate,' he continued. 'I will miss it a lot.'
Rivera then wiped at his tears as he went around the room and hugged his concerned costars, some of whom were crying with him.
Shortly after he left the set, some of his costars reportedly commented that he had not been looking well leading up to his unexpected announcement.
However, there wasn't anything obviously amiss about his appearance on Wednesday's episode, aside from his overwhelming emotions that bubbled to the surface.
Rivera had been one of the most successful cast members on the All Stars seasons after forming an alliance with his costars Paulo Quevedo and Luca Onestini.
The trio was dubbed 'PaLuLu,' a combination of the first two letters of their first names.
Rivera — who was born in Long Beach, California — is a mainstay of the Billboard Latin and Regional Mexican charts who won a Grammy award in 2010 for Best Banda Album for his 2009 LP Tu Esclavo y Amo.
The singer is no stranger to reality television, after previously appearing on season four of La Casa de los Famosos, before returning for the current All Stars season, which brings back some of the most popular celebrity contestants from previous seasons.
'I love this game. I love to win. I love to lose. I love to debate,' he continued as his voice cracked. 'I will miss it a lot'
Shortly after he left the set, some of his costars reportedly commented that he had not been looking well leading up to his unexpected announcement
In 2019, he appeared as one of the coaches on La Voz, the Mexican version of the popular singing competition franchise The Voice.
Rivera's departure leaves nine contestants left, while four more will be eliminated prior to the finale.
In addition to Rivera's pals Onestini and Quevedo, Alfredo Adame, Dania Méndez, Luis Alberto Ordaz, Patricia Navidad, Niurka Marcos, Manelyk González, Carlos Antonio Cruz and Rosa Caiafa are still in the running.
The top three contestants remaining on the upcoming finale will each receive briefcases filled with cash, with the winner taking home $200,000, while the runner-up will receive $100,000 and the third-place finalist with earn $50,000.
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