Jason Momoa’s new relationship is making news after he shared photos of his famous girlfriend.
Fans are noticing that she looks a lot like his ex-wife and their child, which has sparked reactions online.
Some people are uncomfortable, saying that his girlfriend resembles his teenage daughter.
Jason Momoa confirmed that he is dating again. When photos of his new girlfriend surfaced on social media, fans began comparing her to his family. Some believe his ex-wife is more beautiful, while others find it unsettling that his new girlfriend looks similar to his daughter.
Jason Momoa is best known for his lead role in the 2018 film *Aquaman*, where he starred alongside Amber Heard. The two returned to their roles in the highly anticipated sequel, released five years later in 2023.
Jason Momoa was previously married to *The Cosby Show* actress, Lisa Bonet, and the two were seen as a power couple in Hollywood. Their relationship began in 2005 after they were introduced by mutual friends, and they quickly became a beloved pair in the public eye.
At the time, Lisa Bonet, who is 12 years older than Jason Momoa, was a single mother raising her teenage daughter, Zoë Kravitz. Zoë is Bonet’s daughter from her previous marriage to musician Lenny Kravitz. Despite the age difference and family dynamics, Momoa and Bonet formed a strong bond that made them one of Hollywood’s favorite couples.
Through his relationship with Lisa Bonet, Jason Momoa developed close bonds with his stepdaughter, Zoë Kravitz, and her father, Lenny Kravitz. Momoa affectionately calls Zoë “Zozo bear,” while she refers to him as “Papa bear.” Momoa has also spoken highly of Lenny Kravitz, expressing deep respect for him, and that admiration is mutual. Their blended family dynamic has often been praised for its warmth and mutual respect.
Jason Momoa, best known for his role in “Baywatch,” and Lisa Bonet officially tied the knot in October 2017 after more than a decade together. The couple welcomed two children during their relationship: daughter Lola and son Nakoa-Wolf, who are both teenagers now. Despite their eventual separation, the family remains in the public eye due to their close bond and co-parenting.
In a 2018 interview, Jason Momoa expressed his deep admiration for his marriage with Lisa Bonet, sharing how much he enjoyed their relationship. He revealed a side of Bonet many people might not know, saying, “Not a lot of people know how absolutely hysterical she is. She makes me laugh and is just really quirky.” His affectionate words highlighted the playful and humorous connection they shared throughout their time together.
The Hawaii native, Jason Momoa, also spoke highly of Lisa Bonet as a devoted mother, saying, “My wife is amazing. Her ultimate art form is being a phenomenal mother.” He admired her parenting skills and how she balanced life with their children. Momoa further emphasized their strong bond by describing their relationship as a “perfect fit,” showing the deep connection they shared as partners and parents.
“The love between us carries on, evolving in ways it wishes to be known and lived. We free each other to be who we are learning to become,” the couple shared in their joint statement, announcing their separation. Their breakup sent shockwaves among fans, as they had been seen as a strong and loving couple.
Later, an insider revealed that their split was largely due to differing lifestyles and priorities. While Momoa was focused on his booming career and travel, Bonet preferred a more low-key, grounded life, which eventually created distance between them.
“Jason is very focused on his career and wants to work. He has found success and it’s driving him and is very fulfilling. Lisa wants to be in LA and is not interested in going on location for long periods of time with him,” the source disclosed.
According to the insider, Bonet’s priorities shifted as she focused more on health and wellness, which motivated her. Since Momoa’s lifestyle didn’t align with hers, they eventually grew apart and began seeking different things.
Two years after announcing their split, Bonet officially filed for divorce in January 2024. She cited irreconcilable differences and listed October 2020 as the date of separation.
The Superior Court of California approved the divorce filing the day after Bonet submitted it. The couple had reportedly agreed on the terms of their divorce before filing, and were granted joint custody of their children. Neither child support nor spousal support was awarded.
Since the breakup, Momoa has found love again with another well-known Hollywood figure. The 32-year-old woman is also a divorcee. She was previously married to lawyer Edgardo Carnales, whom she wed in July 2019.
However, the pair, who kept their romance private, divorced in June 2023 after over three years of marriage. She listed their separation date as January 2023 and requested that both parties’ rights to support be terminated.
She once praised her famous father in an interview, saying, “He motivates me and pushes my limits, making sure I’m always growing as an artist.” Before hitting it big in Hollywood, Arjona worked as a waitress and hostess in New York City.
At the time, she was studying acting at the Lee Strasberg Theatre and Film Institute. She reflected, “I learned the value of money and working hard. It helped me because I got used to being on my feet. And I think today I can handle 16-hour days thanks to my experience as a waitress.”
The Hollywood star shared, “I have a mother who is extremely spiritual and positive. She guides me through every obstacle in my life.”
This was when the “Game of Thrones” actor went public with his new relationship with Puerto Rican actress Adria Arjona. Arjona, who is 12 years younger than him, was featured in several of his photos. In one of the pictures, she was smiling while sitting on his lap.
“She actually looks like his ex-wife Lisa Bonet, just younger,” wrote one person. Another user agreed, saying, “Looks like a younger Lisa.”
Arjona has starred in movies like “Pacific Rim: Uprising,” “Hit Man,” “Father of the Bride,” and “Triple Frontier.” Besides their shared passion for acting, she and Momoa also bond over another mutual interest.
Adria Arjona and Jason Momoa’s relationship continues to capture the public’s attention. As they share more glimpses of their life together, fans are excited to see how their love story unfolds.
My Brother & His Fiancée Hired Me to Make Their Wedding Cake — They Refused to Pay, So Our Grandma Got the Perfect Payback
When Emily bakes her heart into her brother’s wedding cake, she expects gratitude, not betrayal. But when payment turns into a family scandal, it’s Grandma Margaret who serves the real justice. In a world where passion is mistaken for obligation, Emily learns that respect is the sweetest ingredient of them all.
You learn a lot about people when cake and money are involved.
I’m Emily, 25, and I love to bake. I work in a bakery, making cakes for every occasion. Growing up, it was just a hobby but the more I learned, the more my passion grew. Cakes became my love language.
Birthdays, holidays, breakups, random Tuesdays: cake is always the answer.
A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney
I’ve been piping frosting roses since I was sixteen and built a little Instagram following along the way. Which is how I landed my job in a bakery.
“You want to work in a bakery, Emily?” my father had asked. “Seriously?”
“It’s for now,” I said in return. “It’s just for me to learn and work my way up. I’m going to save money as well. I’m going to culinary school, Dad. One way or another.”
“This is a hobby, Emily,” he retorted. “You’ll learn that one day when you need help paying your bills.”
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Still, I had the support of the rest of my family and to sweeten the deal with them, I had never charged my family for personal, small bakes. It’s just something that I didn’t do, unless they came in through the bakery, of course. Anything through the bakery is business. Strictly.
But they always gave me a little something. Gift cards. Flowers. Sometimes a few folded notes tucked into my apron pocket. It was sweet. It felt… respectful almost.
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Then my little brother, Adam, got engaged to Chelsea.
And everything changed before my eyes.
They were 23. A bit too young for marriage in my humble opinion but I didn’t want to voice my concerns.
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“They’ll think you’re bitter because you’re single, honey,” my mother said over pizza and wine one night.
“But I’m not! I’m just genuinely concerned, Mom,” I replied, picking the olives off my slice.
“I know, sweetheart,” she agreed. “I am, too. But Adam’s convinced that Chelsea is the one for him. Let’s see how that ends up. Look, I think she’s high maintenance, but it’s clear that she loves him. That’s enough for me.”
If it was enough for my mother, then it was enough for me.
A box of pizza and a bottle of wine | Source: Midjourney
But at 23, they were all Pinterest boards and highlighter pens, planning a wedding that looked like a lifestyle influencer’s fever dream. When they asked me to make their wedding cake, I said yes.
Of course, I did. I wanted to. I was proud.
But I had to be realistic with them, too.
“This isn’t a birthday cake, guys,” I said. “It’s three tiers. For 75 guests. The ingredients alone are going to cost me. I won’t do it through the bakery because the price will be insane. So, I’m going to do it at home.”
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“That’s totally fair,” Adam said, looping his arm around Chelsea. “Of course, you’ll be compensated, Em.”
I quoted them $400. And honestly, if they had come through the bakery, it would have easily been $1200 at least.
They agreed.
“But I’ll do a taste-test at the bakery,” I said, pouring cups of tea. “That way you guys can get the full experience and decide on a final flavor. Deal?”
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“Deal,” Chelsea said tightly. “I do want to have the full bridal experience, and this is one of them. I was worried that you’d choose the flavor instead.”
I was frowning on the inside. Which respectful baker would just choose a flavor without consulting her clients? I chose to smile and push a plate of fresh eclairs toward them.
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A week later, they came into the bakery for a tasting. The space smelled like vanilla and lemon glaze when they walked in. I’d prepped everything. Three sample plates, fresh linen and even a cinnamon-scented candle.
It was the most effort I’d ever put into family.
“Whoa, Em,” Adam grinned. “This looks fancy. So, this is how everyone else gets the Emily-treatment?”
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“I didn’t know you did it like this,” Chelsea nodded, her delicate fingers adjusting her blouse.
“I wanted you to feel like clients,” I said, trying not to sound nervous. “Because… you are.”
My boss let me use the space for tasting as long as I handled the costs.
They tried the chocolate raspberry. All it got was polite nods. They tried the lemon lavender and exchanged a glance.
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But when they bit into the strawberry shortcake, their expressions changed.
Adam actually closed his eyes.
“Okay… that’s delicious!” he exclaimed.
Chelsea licked a bit of cream from her lip.
“It’s nostalgic, Emily. Like whipped cream summers. It’s perfect.”
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They chose it for all three tiers.
And in that moment, I thought that maybe they really saw me. That they recognized my talent. And maybe this wedding would pull us closer.
I sent them numerous sketches so that they could be involved in every aspect of the process.
I baked for three days straight. I decorated the cake in the early hours of the wedding morning. I even drove the cake to the venue myself. It was the most intricate thing I’d ever done.
Cake sketches on a page | Source: Midjourney
Three tiers, whipped mascarpone, fresh strawberries glazed in honey. I set it up with trembling hands and a heart full of pride.
And then they took it. Smiled. Thanked me.
And never paid.
At first, I thought that it was okay. That we’d deal with it after the wedding. I mean, I didn’t really expect them to hand me the cash then and there.
But a little reassurance would have been nice.
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I discovered the truth ten minutes later, when Adam cornered me near the bar, his voice low and tight.
“Emily, you’re seriously expecting us to pay you? For cake? I heard you telling Mom that you’re expecting it.”
“Yes?” I blinked.
“But you never charge family,” he said simply, like I was stupid.
“This isn’t a batch of birthday cupcakes, Adam.”
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Chelsea slipped beside him, her tone glossy and fake, just like her hair extensions.
“It’s a wedding gift. We thought you’d understand. Just let it go,” Chelsea said, winking. “Be generous, sister-in-law. It’s family.”
I stood there, stunned.
It was funny because someone had overheard the entire thing.
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Grandma Margaret.
She’s the kind of woman who wears pearls to the grocery store and could end a war with a single look. When she speaks, everyone listens.
Dinner had ended, the buffet clearing out as the reception hall silenced. Speeches began. The mic passed from best man to maid of honor. Then, casually, Grandma stood.
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She smiled as she took the mic, glass of champagne in her hand, her eyes sharp.
“I’ve always dreamed of giving my grandchildren something special for their honeymoons,” she began. “For Adam and Chelsea, I had something wonderful planned. The idea came to me at their Greek God-inspired engagement party. An all-expenses-paid trip to Greece!”
The room erupted.
Chelsea gasped. Adam’s mouth dropped open.
Grandma raised a finger.
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“But now, I have no choice but to reconsider my decision.”
Silence took over.
She turned slowly. She looked at me and smiled gently. Then she looked at the cake.
“I believe that generosity should be met with gratitude. Especially within a family,” she said.
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People shifted in their seats. I knew most of them wanted the speeches to be done, they were ready for the dessert buffet and the music.
“I think you all know why,” she continued.
She handed her mic back with a polite smile and sipped her glass of champagne like she hadn’t just set the room on fire.
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I didn’t see Adam again until sunset, the light bleeding into soft amber across the reception lawn. I’d stepped outside, away from the clinking glasses, the sugar-high flower girls and the noisy music.
I just wanted to sit on a bench and let the breeze cool me down. The anger had started to wear off but the ache in my chest remained. It was like something I hadn’t known was fragile had finally cracked inside me.
Even I couldn’t pinpoint what it was.
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Adam.
My baby brother, the kid who used to sit on the kitchen counter licking beaters while I piped frosting flowers. He looked wrecked, tie askew, forehead damp, lips pressed tight.
He had an envelope in his hand, already crumpled like he’d been squeezing it too hard.
“Em,” he said, his eyes darting around. “Wait.”
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I turned but I didn’t speak.
He thrust the envelope at me like it burned his fingers.
“Here,” he said. “It’s the $400… plus a little extra. I didn’t know how to push back, Em. Chelsea got so excited about calling it a ‘gift,’ and I didn’t want to start our marriage with a fight. But it didn’t sit right.”
“You just thought that I wouldn’t stand up for myself,” I said, my voice low and even.
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He flinched. His shoulders sank.
I saw it then, not just guilt, but fear. Not of me. Of what being married to someone like Chelsea might cost me.
“No, that’s not… It wasn’t like that, Emily.”
“You agreed to pay me,” I said. “I gave you a discount, Adam. A huge one! I spent three days in my kitchen working myself sick. And you took it like it was owed to you.”
A groom with his hand in his hair | Source: Midjourney
“Chelsea said…” he looked at the ground. “I mean, we thought… family doesn’t charge family.”
“That’s funny,” I said. “Because you were both happy to treat me like a vendor until the bill came.”
I saw it then, the flicker of shame behind his eyes. Not just because he got caught. Because he knew I was right.
Chelsea appeared behind him a second later, her heels clicking like punctuation. She looked picture-perfect until you got close. Her mascara was smudged. Her smile was too tight.
A close up of a bride standing outside | Source: Midjourney
“Emily,” she said, in that performative, high-pitched tone she used when she was trying to charm her way out of trouble. “Seriously, it was just a misunderstanding. We didn’t mean to make you feel like you weren’t appreciated.”
I laughed, short and cold.
“You didn’t make me feel anything. You showed me exactly where I stood.”
“I didn’t think it would matter this much. I mean, you love baking,” she blinked, eyes glossy.
A frowning woman sitting outside | Source: Midjourney
“I do,” I said. “Which is why it hurts more. You didn’t just take money from me. You took respect. You treated my passion and my career like a party favor.”
Chelsea opened her mouth to argue. Then closed it. Her eyes flicked to the envelope in my hand.
There was $500 inside. No note. No apology. Just cash. Just damage control.
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“I’m glad Grandma doesn’t see ‘family’ the way you do,” I said, slipping the envelope into my purse. “Because if she did, I’d have nothing left.”
Adam looked like he wanted to say something, anything, but couldn’t find the words. So he just stood there, hands stuffed in his pockets, watching his wedding slip further from the fairytale they’d built on someone else’s labor.
I turned and walked away before either of them could try again.
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And this time, they didn’t follow me. They went off together.
Later, just as dessert was being served and people were laughing again, Grandma stood once more.
She clinked her glass gently.
“I want to make something very clear, especially to my grandchildren and their new spouses. Generosity is a gift. Not an obligation. And it should never be repaid with greed or disrespect.”
A dessert buffet at a wedding | Source: Midjourney
People sat up straighter.
Grandma paused. She looked around the room with deliberate calm.
“I’ve given each of you the benefit of the doubt. And my honeymoon gift still stands, this time. But if I ever see something like this again?”
She smiled. Sweet. Lethal.
“I won’t just take away a trip. I’ll take everything else too, trust funds included.”
An older woman giving a speech at a wedding | Source: Midjourney
She nodded toward Adam. Then Chelsea.
Then sat down like she’d just read bedtime stories to kids.
“I see and hear everything, Emily,” she said later. “And no more giving discounts to ungrateful family. This is your career now, darling. Take a stand. And if you really want to go to culinary school, talk to me. Your trust fund is there for a reason. Why you’re trying to save money, only the Lord knows, child.”
“Thanks, Gran,” I smiled.
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After, Adam started texting me on my birthday. On time. Chelsea began tagging and re-posting my bakes on socials.
At the next family barbecue, hosted by Chelsea and Adam, she hovered near the drinks table before walking over. Her smile was tight, eyes scanning for anyone nearby, like she didn’t want an audience.
She handed me a thank-you card with a massage gift card tucked inside.
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“These were really good, by the way,” she said.
She meant the brownies, but the compliment landed weird, it like got stuck on the way out. Her tone was off. I nodded, said thanks, and watched her retreat like she’d completed a chore.
It wasn’t affection. It was fear. Respect. Caution.
And honestly? That worked just fine.
A woman standing in a backyard | Source: Midjourney
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