You might have thought that the drama involving Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez was over, especially since Jennifer officially filed for divorce last week.
But you’d be wrong.
It looks like there’s still more to this story, with new rumors and reports about what Affleck and JLo might do next showing up online.
If reports are true, Affleck could be moving on already—he’s been seen spending time with a mystery woman.
For a long time, it’s been clear that Affleck and Lopez’s marriage was in trouble. They got back together almost twenty years after their first breakup, and for a while, it seemed like they might finally get the happy ending their fans had always hoped for.
When ‘Bennifer’ surprised everyone by getting married in Las Vegas in 2022, it seemed like they were on track to be one of the most iconic celebrity couples of the 21st century.
Earlier this year, however, signs of trouble started to appear. People said that Affleck had moved out of the couple’s fancy Beverly Hills mansion, and both he and Lopez were spotted without their wedding rings at times.
With rumors spreading fast and people wanting answers, neither Affleck nor Lopez spoke out about what was happening. Their silence only made people believe even more that something was seriously wrong.
When Lopez canceled her planned tour of North America, saying she needed to spend time with her family, it was clear to many people that she and Affleck were likely headed for divorce.
Then, at the beginning of last week, Lopez officially filed for divorce at the Los Angeles County Superior Court. She did it on the very day that would have been their second wedding anniversary.
It’s unclear how the couple is dealing with the breakup privately, but it doesn’t seem like Affleck is sitting alone in a dark room, feeling sad about it. According to reports, the 52-year-old has been seen with the same female companion several times since Lopez filed for divorce.
The woman has caught the attention of people online, with some saying she looks a lot like Affleck’s ex-wife, Jennifer Garner.
The mystery woman is 36-year-old Kick Kennedy, the daughter of Robert F. Kennedy. Radar Online first reported on August 24, four days after JLo filed for divorce, that Affleck and Kennedy were seen spending time together.
Radar Online says that Affleck and Kennedy have been spotted at fancy places like the Polo Lounge at the Beverly Hills Hotel. However, neither of them has commented on their relationship.
One user on X (formerly Twitter) wrote: “Looks exactly like Jennifer Garner…”
Another person added, “She looks like his ex-wife, not JLo. Jennifer Garner.”
Someone on Instagram wrote, “Jennifer Garner look-alike.”
Another fan on Facebook said, “She looks more his type than J-Lo does… like Jen Garner more than Jen Lopez seems his type.”https://www.instagram.com/p/C_Gl_R7vky0/embed/captioned/?cr=1&v=14&wp=540&rd=https%3A%2F%2Fjokesdaddy.com&rp=%2Fben-affleck-52-seen-with-mystery-woman-whos-a-jennifer-garner-lookalike%2F%3Ffbclid%3DIwY2xjawFAINBleHRuA2FlbQIxMAABHVavgU8k52g0Umu4nxrHc8kqVpOkQxhyiJcedXubfY2VVbRtcbwuEDuxDg_aem_z5W7ZfLHjs7GXmtYZ83bvw#%7B%22ci%22%3A0%2C%22os%22%3A2117.699998855591%2C%22ls%22%3A1348.1999988555908%2C%22le%22%3A2108.199998855591%7D
Last week, fans made it clear they thought Affleck looked “happy” on the day Lopez filed to end their marriage.
Affleck was seen arriving back in Los Angeles with his ex-wife, Jennifer Garner, on August 20, the same day Lopez filed the divorce papers. This was enough to get people talking online.
One person commented on Instagram, “Man is happy!”
Another said, “He is so happy. I have never seen him smile like that. Whoa.”
A third person wrote, “He looks SO happy!”
Someone else added, “I kinda feel bad for JLo. I think she tried too hard to make it work, but he always showed a bad face with her, and with his kids’ mom, all happiness. Imagine how your wife may feel.”
What do you think about the whole situation with Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez? Share your thoughts in the comments!
I OPENED THE DOOR ON HALLOWEEN — I SAW A LITTLE GIRL IN THE DRESS MY MISSING HUSBAND HAD SEWN FOR OUR DAUGHTER.
The crisp autumn air held the familiar scent of woodsmoke and decaying leaves, a bittersweet reminder of Halloweens past. This year, the porch light flickered erratically, casting long, dancing shadows that mirrored the unease gnawing at my heart. Carl, my husband, had vanished six months ago, leaving behind a void that no amount of pumpkin-spice lattes or spooky decorations could fill.
Halloween had always been our holiday. Carl, with his nimble fingers and love for theatrics, would craft elaborate costumes for our daughter, Emily. This year, I’d tried my best, piecing together a fairy princess outfit from store-bought materials. Emily, bless her heart, had pretended to be thrilled, but the absence of Carl’s handcrafted magic was palpable.
I sent Emily off with her friends, a pang of guilt mixed with a desperate need for her to experience some semblance of normalcy. Then, I settled in for the night, a bowl of candy beside me, the silence of the house amplified by the approaching darkness.
The first ring of the doorbell was a jolt, a sudden intrusion into my solitude. “Trick or treat!” a chorus of small voices echoed. I opened the door, a forced smile plastered on my face.
And then, I froze.
Standing before me was a little girl, no older than Emily, dressed in a familiar outfit. A vibrant red coat, with a bouncy, midnight-blue cape, fastened with a silver clasp shaped like a crescent moon. It was the exact design Carl had created for Emily’s fifth Halloween. The same fabric, the same intricate stitching, the same whimsical details. My breath hitched.
“That’s a beautiful costume you have, sweetheart,” I managed, my voice trembling. “Where did you get it?”
The little girl beamed, her eyes sparkling with innocent pride. “My dad made it!”
The world tilted. It couldn’t be. It was impossible. Yet, the costume was undeniably Carl’s handiwork. A cold dread seeped into my bones, mingling with a flicker of desperate hope.
“Sweetheart, where’s your house?” I asked, kneeling down, trying to steady my voice. “I’d love to ask your dad how he made such a lovely costume.”
The girl pointed down the street, towards a row of dimly lit houses. “It’s the yellow one with the big oak tree.”
“Thank you, darling,” I said, handing her a handful of candy. “Have a happy Halloween.”
I closed the door, my heart pounding against my ribs. I couldn’t just let this go. I grabbed my keys, a trembling hand dialing Emily’s friend’s mother. “Can you keep Emily a little longer?” I asked, my voice strained. “I have to… run an errand.”
I drove down the street, the yellow house with the big oak tree looming in the darkness. The porch light was on, casting a warm glow on the Halloween decorations. I parked down the block, my hands clammy.
Taking a deep breath, I walked up the driveway. The doorbell chimed, a cheerful melody that felt grotesquely out of place.
The door opened, revealing a woman with tired eyes and a kind smile. “Trick or treaters already?” she asked, her voice warm.
“I’m sorry, I’m not here for candy,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “My name is Sarah. I saw your daughter’s costume. It… it looks like one my husband used to make.”
The woman’s smile faltered. “Oh, that? My husband made it. He’s very talented.”
“Could I… could I see him?” I asked, my voice cracking.
The woman hesitated, then stepped aside. “Of course. He’s in the garage.”
I followed her through the house, my footsteps echoing on the polished floor. The garage door was slightly ajar, a sliver of light spilling out. I pushed it open.
And there he was.
Carl.
He was sitting at a workbench, surrounded by rolls of fabric and spools of thread. He looked different, thinner, his eyes shadowed. But it was him.
“Carl?” I whispered, my voice thick with tears.
He looked up, his eyes widening in shock. “Sarah?”
The woman, standing behind me, gasped. “You know her?”
“She’s… she’s my wife,” Carl said, his voice hoarse.
The woman’s face crumpled. “But… you told me…”
“I know,” Carl said, his voice filled with regret. “I’m so sorry.”
The story that unfolded was a tangled web of amnesia, guilt, and a desperate attempt to start over. Carl had been in a car accident six months ago, suffering a head injury that wiped his memory clean. He had wandered, lost and confused, until he found himself in this town, where the woman, a widow, had taken him in. They had fallen in love, built a life together, a life built on a lie.
He had no recollection of me, of Emily, of our life together. The costume, he explained, was a subconscious echo of his past, a skill he had retained without knowing why.
The woman, her heart broken, understood. She knew she couldn’t keep him. She knew he belonged with me, with Emily.
The reunion was bittersweet. Carl, a stranger in his own life, struggled to reconcile the man he was with the man he had become. Emily, though overjoyed to have her father back, was confused by his distant demeanor.
It was a long, arduous process, filled with tears, frustration, and tentative steps forward. We rebuilt our life, piece by piece, like Carl’s costumes, stitching together fragments of the past with the threads of the present.
Halloween, once a symbol of our lost happiness, became a symbol of our resilience. We learned that even in the darkest of times, hope can flicker like a porch light, guiding us home.
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