2023 was a tough year for beloved actor Kevin Costner. After 18 years, he and his wife Christine Baumgartner divorced.
It has been reported that it was Baumgartner who filed for a divorce, which left the Yellowstone star rather shocked by his now ex-wife’s sudden decision.
People close to the couple, however, claim that Baumgartner hated the fact that Costner was working long hours and was away from home for longer periods of time. “During filming, Kevin is not around very much. His absence has been very hard for her,” a source reportedly said.
“Christine doesn’t want him to throw himself into another project. He has been obsessed with filming Horizon since last year. She wasn’t happy about it,” a source reported.
“At times, his career has taken precedence over his home life,” another source added.
“All of this success and excitement over the new project probably took his attention away from his family more than he realized. Since it didn’t look like that would change and likely could get worse, it caused tension at home,” the source added.
After the initial shock and the ugly child support battle, Costner was seen with another woman, singer Jewel.
The two were recently seen together at a tennis event on Richard Branson’s Necker Island for the Inspiring Children Foundation.
As per TMZ, the two took a plane to the Caribbean and spent nearly a week together.
An insider told the magazine, “There was definitely something going on,” confirming that the pair indeed vacationed in the Caribbean together.
Well, no matter how hard he tries to stay away from the spotlight, that’s not an easy thing to do, especially if you are as famous as Costner is.
During the weekend, after presenting an award at the Golden Globes, Costner became a discussion topic. He, alongside America Ferrera, presented the award for Best Female Actor in a Television Series: Musical or Comedy (The Bear’s Ayo Edebiri won).
At one moment, Costner quoted Ferrera’s monologue from the hit movie Barbie, and that triggered loud applause.
“You know, you have a scene that I really love,” Costner stated on stage. “I think a lot of people enjoy that scene. ‘It’s simply difficult to be a woman.’ You’re aware that ‘You’re so attractive.’ You’re so brilliant, and it hurts me that you don’t believe you’re good enough. “That was pretty good.”
Ferrera’s reply was: “Did you, Kevin Costner, memorize my monologue about womanhood from Barbie?”
He confessed that he didn’t really memorize the entire thing but went on to say, “But it’s an important message, and it always serves to remind me what’s possible in cinema. It simply reminds me that when we take our time, get it right, and cinema is at its best, it can be about moments you’ll never forget.”
The duo’s back-and-forth was praised and appreciated by the audience.
“I was laughing so hard with Kevin Costner trying to be serious…and aging well!” “Yay America!” one individual wrote.
“He worked as much on that segment as he did on his english accent in Robin Hood,” another person said.
“Lmao he’s trying so hard to stay serious ,” a third said.
You can take a look at Costner and Ferrera’s award presentation below.
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My Wife and I Went to an Orphanage to Adopt a Child and Found a Girl Who Is a Carbon Copy of Our Daughter
When my wife and I visited an orphanage to adopt, we never expected to meet a little girl who looked exactly like our daughter at home. The shock deepened when we discovered the unimaginable truth.
“Emily, are you ready? My mom will watch Sophia, so we have the whole day.” I tied my shoes as my wife came down the stairs. She looked nervous, brushing invisible wrinkles off her blouse.
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“I think so, David,” she said softly, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “I just… I hope we’re doing the right thing. What if the child doesn’t connect with us?”
I walked over and held her hands. “We’ve talked about this for months. You’ve read every book. We’re as ready as we’ll ever be. Besides, no child could resist your pancakes.”
Emily chuckled, her cheeks flushing pink. “Thanks for that vote of confidence.”
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Sophia, my five-year-old daughter from my first marriage, poked her head out of the living room. “Can I have pancakes tomorrow, Mommy?”
Emily’s face softened. “Of course, sweetheart.” She smiled, but there was a flicker of sadness in her eyes. I knew she loved Sophia like her own, but I also knew she wanted another child who would call her “Mommy” from the start.
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As we drove to the shelter, the air in the car was thick with anticipation. Emily stared out the window, twisting her wedding ring.
“You okay?” I asked.
“I’m just scared,” she admitted. “What if we can’t find a child who feels like… ours?”
I reached over and squeezed her hand. “We will. It’s like you always say—love finds a way.”
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When we arrived, the shelter director greeted us warmly. Mrs. Graham was an older woman with silver hair and kind eyes. “Welcome. I’m so glad you’re here.”
Emily nodded, a small, polite smile on her face. “Thank you, Mrs. Graham. We’re excited and… a little nervous.”
“That’s natural,” Mrs. Graham said reassuringly. “Why don’t we start with a quick chat in my office?”
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In her cozy office, surrounded by photos of happy families, we explained what we were looking for in a child. “We’re open to any background,” I said. “We just want to feel a connection.”
Mrs. Graham nodded. “I understand. Let me show you the playroom. The kids are all unique, and I think you’ll feel that connection when it’s right.”
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The playroom was alive with laughter. Children were running, drawing, and playing games. Emily’s face lit up as she saw a little boy building a tower of blocks.
“Hi there!” she said, crouching beside him. “That’s a tall tower. What’s your name?”
The boy grinned. “Eli. Don’t knock it over!”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Emily said with a laugh.
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I found myself chatting with a girl drawing on a chalkboard. “What are you making?”
“A unicorn,” she said confidently. “You’re big. Are you a dad?”
“I am,” I said. “Do you like dads?”
“They’re okay,” she said with a shrug.
Emily caught my eye across the room, her expression a mix of joy and confusion. I knew she was feeling the same thing I was. How could we possibly choose anyone?
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I felt a tiny tap on my shoulder and turned around. Standing there was a little girl, maybe five years old, with big, curious eyes.
“Are you my new dad?” she asked, her voice soft but confident.
My heart stopped. She looked just like Sophia—same honey-brown hair, same round cheeks, same deep dimples when she smiled.
“Uh, I…” My voice caught in my throat.
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The girl tilted her head, studying me with an expression of innocent expectation, like she already knew the answer. Then, as if to confirm something in her mind, she reached out her hand.
That’s when I saw it—a small, crescent-shaped birthmark on her wrist. My heart raced. Sophia had that exact same birthmark in the same spot.
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“Emily,” I whispered, turning to my wife who had been standing a few feet away. She was gripping the edge of a table for support, her face pale. “Look at her wrist.”
Emily stepped closer, her eyes wide. “David… she—she’s…”
The little girl smiled shyly. “Do you like puzzles?” she asked, holding up a piece. “I’m really good at them.”
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I knelt down, my knees barely holding me as my mind spun. “What’s your name?” I managed to ask, my voice trembling.
“Angel,” she said, her voice bright and cheerful. “The lady here said it suits me.”
Angel. My chest tightened. That name. It hit me like a lightning bolt. Angel was the name my ex-wife, Lisa, had wanted if we ever had another daughter.
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I stood up quickly, my mind reeling. Memories from years ago came flooding back. Four years earlier, Lisa had shown up at my house, nervous and fidgeting.
“David, I need to tell you something,” she’d said, her voice shaking. “When we divorced, I was pregnant. I didn’t know how to tell you. I gave birth to a little girl… she’s yours. I—I can’t take care of her. Will you?”
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That’s how Sophia came into my life. But twins? Lisa had never mentioned twins.
“David?” Emily’s voice brought me back to the present.
I looked at her, then back at Angel. She was still smiling, holding the puzzle piece as if nothing life-changing had just happened.
“I need to make a call,” I said, pulling my phone out of my pocket.
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I walked to a quieter corner of the playroom and dialed Lisa’s number. My hands were trembling as I waited for her to pick up.
“David?” Lisa answered after a few rings, her voice a mixture of surprise and concern. “What’s going on? Is everything okay?”
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“No, Lisa. Not even close,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’m at a children’s shelter with Emily. There’s a little girl here who looks exactly like Sophia. She has her birthmark, Lisa. She’s Sophia’s twin. Care to explain?”
Silence hung heavy on the line. For a moment, I thought she’d hung up. Then, I heard her take a shaky breath.
“David,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, “I—I didn’t think you’d ever find out.”
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“You knew?” I said, struggling to keep my tone calm.
“Yes,” she admitted. “I had twins. When I found out I was pregnant, I was terrified. I was broke, barely able to take care of myself. I couldn’t handle two babies, David. I gave Sophia to you because I knew she’d have a better life with you. I… I thought I’d come back for Angel when I was ready, but I never got stable enough. I thought you’d hate me if you found out.”
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“Hate you?” I repeated, my voice rising. “Lisa, you lied to me about my own child. You didn’t think I had the right to know?”
“I was ashamed,” she said, her voice breaking. “I thought I could fix it someday. I thought… maybe I’d have a chance to make it right.”
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I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. “Lisa, I’m taking her home. Angel is my daughter, and she deserves to be with her family.”
Lisa hesitated for a moment. Then she said quietly, “I understand. Take care of her, David. She deserves the world.”
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I ended the call and stood there for a moment, letting the reality of the situation sink in. Angel wasn’t just a child who looked like Sophia, she was Sophia’s twin. My twin daughters.
I turned back to the playroom, where Emily was kneeling beside Angel, helping her fit a puzzle piece into the board. She looked up as I approached, her eyes shimmering with tears.
“She’s ours,” I said firmly.
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Emily nodded, her voice trembling. “I already knew.”
Angel looked between us, her small face lighting up. “Does that mean you’re my new mom and dad?”
I crouched beside her, taking her tiny hand in mine. “Yes, Angel. That’s exactly what it means.”
Emily reached over and hugged her, her tears spilling freely now. “We’ve been waiting for you,” she whispered.
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Angel giggled, wrapping her arms around Emily. “I knew it. I just knew.”
In that moment, I realized something profound: love doesn’t just find a way—it creates miracles. And this was ours.
The adoption process moved faster than we’d hoped. Mrs. Graham and her team were incredibly supportive, guiding us through each step. A week later, it was official.
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The day we brought her home, Sophia was waiting by the door, clutching her favorite stuffed bear. Her eyes lit up as soon as she saw Angel.
“Daddy, who’s that?” she asked, her voice curious.
I knelt down, pulling Angel beside me. “Sophia, this is Angel. She’s your sister—your twin.”
Sophia’s jaw dropped. “Twin? We’re the same?” She ran forward, throwing her arms around Angel.
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Angel laughed, hugging her back.
From that moment, the girls were inseparable. They compared everything—birthmarks, favorite colors, and even how they liked their sandwiches. Emily and I stood in the doorway, overwhelmed by the sight of them together.
“We did it,” Emily said, wiping her tears.
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“No,” I whispered. “They did.”
Five years later, our home is filled with laughter and love. Sophia and Angel are sharing secrets and adventures like only twins can.
Emily has embraced motherhood fully, cherishing every chaotic, joyful moment.
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One evening, as the girls practiced a dance routine in the living room, I turned to Emily. “Do you ever think about how far we’ve come?”
“All the time,” she said, smiling.
Watching our daughters together, I realized how love had brought us here. It reminded me that family isn’t about biology only, but about the bonds we choose to nurture.
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And love, as always, found a way.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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