Thomas Brodie-Sangster, known for his role in Love Actually, married actress Talulah Riley on June 22. This is the first marriage for Thomas and the third one for Talulah.
The couple, who had been dating for two years before announcing their engagement in July 2023, looked very much in love as they emerged from St George’s Church in Anstey, Hertfordshire. This isn’t Talulah Riley’s first marriage; she previously wed Tesla and SpaceX CEO Elon Musk twice. They first married in 2010, divorced in 2012, remarried in 2013, and then divorced again.
According to tabloids, the couple’s wedding included some fun surprises. Riley arrived at the church in a horse-drawn carriage, and another horse, adorned with white roses in its mane, arrived soon after. An onlooker mentioned that the horse acted as a bridesmaid, a surprise arranged by Brodie-Sangster. Riley looked delighted when she saw it.
Though Thomas Brodie-Sangster and Talulah Riley have kept their relationship relatively private, Riley opened up about falling in love with Brodie-Sangster in a May 2022 interview. She described how their bond grew while filming Pistol and eventually turned romantic. Riley shared that they hadn’t considered each other as a romantic possibility until the same moment several months into their friendship, leading to the start of their romantic relationship. Riley is known for her roles in Westworld, Pride & Prejudice, and Inception.
Thomas Brodie-Sangster played 13-year-old Jojen Reed in Game of Thrones when he was 23. When he was 13 in real life, he portrayed Sam in Love Actually.
I Allowed a Homeless Woman to Stay in My Garage—One Day I Walked in Unannounced and Was Shocked by What I Saw
I tapped the steering wheel, trying to shake the weight on my chest, when I spotted a disheveled woman digging through a trash can. I slowed down, drawn in by her grim determination.
She looked fragile yet fierce, fighting for survival. Without thinking, I pulled over, rolled down my window, and asked, “Do you need help?”
Her response was sharp but tired: “You offering?”
“I just saw you there,” I admitted, stepping out. “It didn’t seem right.”
“What’s not right is life,” she scoffed, crossing her arms. “You don’t strike me as someone who knows much about that.”
“Maybe not,” I replied, then asked if she had a place to stay.
“No,” she said, and I felt compelled to offer my garage as a temporary home. To my surprise, she accepted, albeit reluctantly.
Over the next few days, we shared meals and conversations. Lexi’s sharp wit broke through my loneliness, but I could sense her hidden pain.
One afternoon, I barged into the garage and froze. There, sprawled across the floor, were grotesque paintings of me—chains, blood, a casket. Nausea hit me.
That night, I confronted her. “What are those paintings?”
Her face went pale. “I didn’t mean for you to see them. I was just… angry.”
“So you painted me as a monster?” I demanded.
She nodded, shame in her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
I struggled to forgive her. “I think it’s time for you to go.”
The next morning, I helped her pack and drove her to a shelter, giving her some money. Weeks passed, and I felt the loss of our connection.
Then, a package arrived—another painting. This one was serene, capturing a peace I hadn’t known. Inside was a note with Lexi’s name and number.
My heart raced as I called her. “I got your painting… it’s beautiful.”
“Thank you. I didn’t know if you’d like it,” she replied.
“You didn’t owe me anything,” I said, reflecting on my own unfairness.
“I’m sorry for what I painted,” she admitted. “You were just… there.”
“I forgave you the moment I saw that painting. Maybe we could start over.”
“I’d like that,” she said, a smile evident in her voice.
We made plans to meet again, and I felt a flicker of hope for what could be.
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