Tom Cruise and his third wife, actress Katie Holmes, with whom he shares daughter Suri, divorced some 15 years ago.
Before Holmes, The Top Gun star was married two times. He and Academy award-winning actress Nicole Kidman, whose marriage lasted for a decade, adopted son Connor Cruise, 25, and daughter Isabella “Bella” Cruise, 27, when the two were just months old.
However, after his split with Holmes, the public hasn’t really known much about Cruise’s private life and whether he had been romantically involved with someone or not.
Being a celebrity of his kind, it doesn’t come as a surprise that the media is interested in Cruise’s love life. Recently, his name was mentioned along that of pop star Shakira, who has recently split from her boyfriend of 11 years, football star Gerard Piqué, with whom she has two sons. Except for Shakira, the media speculated of Cruise’s alleged close relationship with Mission: Impossible co-star Hayley Atwell, but the rumors seem to be just that, rumors.
He, however, is apparently dating someone new. His fans could spot him with the 36-year-old ex-wife of a Russia oligarch.
The Daily Mail claim reports that the Hollywood star was recently sighted at a party in Mayfair, London with 36-year-old Elsina Khayrova, daughter to a Russian MP. Khayrova who was previously married to Dmitry Tsvetkov.
“They were inseparable, clearly a couple,” a guest who attended the party told Daily Mail. “He seemed to be besotted with her.”
Cruise and Khayrova’s appearance at the event sparked excitement at the rest of the attendees.
“Eventually, the DJ had to make and announcement in Russian that Mr Cruise didn’t want any photos.
Khayrova divorced her tycoon husband earlier this year. She’s a former model who holds a British citizenship.
She became known to the public after her name hit the headlines in 2022 when she appeared in court and was being ordered to pay a hefty fee to the tune of £117,000 ($149,500) to a company who had installed fountains in one of her and her ex-spouse’s homes.
We are yet to see if the two are in indeed in a relationship.
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I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO DIDN’T GET AN INVITE TO MY CLOSE FRIEND’S WEDDING — WHEN I CRASHED IT, I FINALLY UNDERSTOOD WHY.
The air in the elegant ballroom hung heavy with the scent of lilies and unspoken words. Guests, dressed in their finest attire, buzzed with excitement, their conversations a low hum against the backdrop of soft music. I stood frozen at the entrance, an invisible ghost amidst the throng of well-wishers.
My name was Sarah, and I was crashing my best friend’s wedding.
It had all started with a casual conversation. “So, have you heard?” my friend, Emily, had gushed, her eyes sparkling. “Amber and Ben are getting married!”
“Amber? Oh my god, that’s wonderful!” I’d exclaimed, feigning excitement. But a seed of doubt had been planted.
Weeks passed, and invitations arrived for everyone I knew – everyone except me. I tried to convince myself it was an oversight, a simple mistake. Maybe the invitation had gotten lost in the mail. Maybe Amber was planning a special surprise for me. But as the wedding date drew closer, my hopes dwindled.
The day of the wedding arrived, and I found myself inexplicably drawn to the venue, a grand old mansion overlooking the lake. Dressed in a simple black dress, I slipped in unnoticed, blending into the crowd of elegantly dressed guests.
The room fell silent as I made my way through the throng of people. Whispers followed me, a hushed murmur of disbelief and pity. I felt eyes boring into me, judging, analyzing. I had never felt so alone, so utterly invisible.
Then, I saw her. Amber. Standing at the altar, her face radiant, her eyes sparkling with happiness. But the moment our eyes met, the joy in her eyes vanished, replaced by a look of sheer terror.
And then I saw him. Her groom.
My breath hitched. It was David. My ex-boyfriend.
The memories came flooding back – stolen kisses, late-night conversations, promises whispered in the dark. David, with his charming smile and his infectious laughter, had been my first love. We had been inseparable, until he abruptly ended our relationship, citing a need to “find himself.”
The betrayal, the hurt, the shattered pieces of my heart – it all came rushing back. So this was why she hadn’t invited me. She had been afraid I would ruin her wedding, would expose their secret, would remind everyone of the man who had broken my heart.
The room seemed to spin. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me, the festive atmosphere suddenly suffocating. I turned and fled, disappearing into the night, the sound of their wedding vows echoing in my ears, a cruel reminder of the love I had lost, the trust I had betrayed.
As I walked away, I vowed to never forgive them. Never to forgive Amber for her betrayal, for the way she had used me, for the pain she had inflicted. And never to forgive David for the hurt he had caused, for the way he had shattered my heart and then moved on, without a single backward glance.
The night air was cold and unforgiving, a reflection of the icy pain that had gripped my heart. But as I walked, I knew that I would heal. I would learn to forgive, not for their sake, but for my own. I would move on, stronger, wiser, and more cautious. And I would never again allow myself to be blindsided by the betrayal of those I trusted.
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