The late afternoon sun dipped behind the rolling hills of the East Bay, casting golden streaks across the glass-walled home that Ayesha and Stephen Curry shared with their three children. The scent of eucalyptus mingled with the salty breeze from the San Francisco Bay, filling the air with a comfort unique to Northern California.
Inside the kitchen, Ayesha wiped her hands on a linen towel, glancing through the sliding doors to where her children laughed and played by the pool. Their joy was soothing, but today her mind was restless. Stephen had been distant lately—not cold, but distracted, preoccupied. There were late-night texts, hushed phone calls, and last-minute schedule changes. For a man known for his precision, it all felt out of place.
Her phone buzzed.
Steph: “Hey babe, I’ll be home later tonight. Got a quick meeting in Oakland.”
Another vague explanation. She typed back, “Okay, be safe,” and tried to shake off the unease.
That evening, after putting the kids to bed, Ayesha scrolled through Instagram absent-mindedly. A tagged photo caught her eye—one posted by a local celebrity chef she sometimes worked with. The caption read: *“Excited about this private event planning session tonight. Big things coming.”* The photo showed a dimly lit corner of an upscale Oakland restaurant. Stephen was unmistakably in the frame, sitting across from a woman Ayesha didn’t recognize: elegant, poised, dressed in a sleek black blazer. They leaned in, heads close together, a laptop open between them.
Ayesha’s chest tightened. The rational part of her mind screamed for calm—she knew how public life could twist innocent moments. But the image burned behind her eyelids, and for the first time in their nearly decade-long marriage, a sliver of doubt crept in.
She tried to sleep, but the house felt too quiet, her thoughts too loud. The next morning, sunlight spilled through the curtains. Stephen’s routine was unchanged—practice, errands, the usual—but the memory of that photo gnawed at her. She hesitated to bring it up, worried she’d sound paranoid.
By midday, she couldn’t bear the uncertainty and called her best friend, Marissa.
“I saw Steph in a photo last night. He was with another woman in Oakland.”
Marissa listened, then reassured her: “You know Steph. He’s never given you a real reason to doubt him. Talk to him. Don’t let your mind fill in the blanks.”
But Ayesha couldn’t shake the image, nor the hollow feeling in her chest. That evening, she drove into Oakland, hoping to find clarity. She walked past the restaurant from the Instagram post, peering through the windows at the now-empty table. The space felt charged, as if it held a secret she wasn’t meant to know. Her phone buzzed:
Steph: “Just finished practice. Need anything from the store?”
The normalcy of his message contrasted sharply with the storm inside her.
Back home, she prepared dinner—roasted chicken with lemon and rosemary, one of Stephen’s favorites. When he arrived, he wrapped his arms around her, sensing her tension.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, just tired,” she replied, not meeting his eyes.
Days passed. The unease inside Ayesha grew heavier. She noticed Stephen’s quick glances at his phone, the calls he took outside, how he always placed his phone face-down on the table. By Friday, she couldn’t take it anymore.
That night, after the kids were asleep, she found Stephen in the backyard shooting hoops under the patio lights.
“Steph, can we talk?”
He set the ball aside and followed her inside. They sat on opposite ends of the couch, the fireplace crackling quietly.
“I saw a picture of you in Oakland,” she said, her voice trembling. “With another woman.”
Realization dawned on Stephen’s face. Before he could speak, she pressed on.
“You told me it was just business, but you didn’t say it was with her. You didn’t tell me anything. Is there something going on I should know about?”
Stephen’s eyes widened in shock. “What? No, Ayesha. No.”
She looked away, biting her lip.
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay, I wasn’t going to say anything yet, but I guess I have to now.” He knelt in front of her, taking her hands. “I’ve been working with an event planner. That woman—her name’s Camille—she’s helping me organize something for our anniversary. I wanted to surprise you with a vow renewal, on the coast, with family and friends. I wanted it to be perfect.”
Tears welled in Ayesha’s eyes—a mixture of relief, guilt, and lingering disbelief.
“But why didn’t you just tell me?”
Stephen squeezed her hands. “Because I know how hard it’s been for us lately. I wanted to remind you, remind us, what we have.”
Ayesha let out a shaky breath, the tension of weeks melting away.
“I thought…” she trailed off.
Stephen pressed his forehead to hers. “I know what you thought. I’m sorry I made you feel that way.”
They sat together, holding each other, the fire casting warm shadows across the walls. As relief settled, Ayesha realized how fragile trust can be—even in the strongest marriages. She vowed they would talk more, because love deserved that much.
Two weeks later, the salty breeze of the Pacific coast carried the scent of wild sage and ocean mist through a secluded resort in Carmel-by-the-Sea. Ayesha stood on the balcony in an ivory dress, listening to the distant sound of a string quartet and the gentle murmur of guests below.
Stephen entered, looking effortlessly handsome in a navy suit.
“Wow,” he breathed.
She smiled, and together they walked down the path to the bluff where the ceremony was set. Their children stood by the officiant, grinning proudly. Rows of wooden chairs lined with eucalyptus, a simple arch adorned with white roses, and the Pacific stretching into infinity.
As they exchanged vows, Stephen’s eyes glistened.
“Ayesha, you’re always at the center of my world. I wanted to show you that, no matter how noisy life gets.”
Ayesha replied, her voice thick with emotion.
“Thank you for reminding me that love isn’t about never doubting, but about choosing to lean in, to ask, to listen, even when it’s hard.”
The officiant smiled. “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you continually husband and wife.”
Cheers erupted as Stephen pulled Ayesha into a kiss. Later, as twilight deepened, they sat with friends and family, laughter and toasts filling the air. Marissa raised her glass in a quiet toast.
“You okay?” she asked.
Ayesha nodded. “Yeah. More than okay.”
Later, standing at the edge of the bluff, Stephen wrapped his arms around her.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“For what?”
“For not giving up. For showing me that surprises don’t always mean heartbreak.”
As the waves danced below, Ayesha leaned into him, feeling the steadiness of his heartbeat. The doubts that once gnawed at her now felt distant, replaced by a deep, unshakable trust. This wasn’t just the renewal of vows—it was the renewal of everything.
Ayesha Curry Slams ‘Ridiculous’ Rumors About Open Marriage With Steph Curry: ‘Don’t Believe Everything You Read’
Ayesha and Steph Curry. Jim Ruymen/UPI/Shutterstock
Setting the record straight. Ayesha Curry shut down speculation that she and her husband, Steph Curry, are in an open relationship.
The cookbook author, 32, shared a snap of the NBA star, 33, posing for a recent photo shoot. “Good gracious God almighty @stephencurry30 … 🥵🥰 my baby’s @gq cover shoot,” she captioned the Monday, January 10, Instagram post.
While several fans praised the athlete’s fashionable photo, one user couldn’t help but chime in with a negative remark. “But yet you still want an open relationship smh 🤦🏿. If I were him you woulda been sent to the streets already,” the troll commented.
The Ayesha’s Homemade personality was quick to fire back, replying, “Don’t believe everything you read. Do you know how ridiculous that is? Don’t disrespect my marriage like that. Please and thank you.”
Ayesha Curry on her Instagram. Courtesy Ayesha Curry/Instagram
Rumors recently surfaced about the pair’s relationship after the social media account DeuxMoi shared a blind tip referencing a duo who might not be “as faithful in love” as they are online.
The power couple met while attending the same youth group as teenagers, but they didn’t start dating until several years later. They tied the knot in July 2011.
“I was 23; she was 22. But I knew I had found the right woman and I wanted to start a life with her,” the Ohio native told Parents magazine in 2016 as the couple reflected on their first kiss, their engagement and their date night rituals. “I always had my eye on her, but I got a little shaken, for sure.”
After a decade of marriage, the pair renewed their vows in a sweet backyard celebration.
“A couple of weeks ago @stephencurry30 surprised me with the most beautiful vow renewal ceremony. He even picked out my dress for me and had it waiting 😭,” Ayesha gushed in a September 2021 Instagram post. “Our big girl Riley officiated and Ryan and Canon walked me through the grass of our backyard. It’s everything I’ve always dreamed of but didn’t know could be possible in this way. A moment I will never forget. I love you @stephencurry30.”
The Golden State Warriors player and the Canada native share three children: daughters Riley, 9, Ryan, 6, and son Canon, 3. During an August 2021 appearance on Shop TODAY With Jill Martin, Ayesha revealed her favorite quality about her husband as a parent.
“He’s very patient. Can’t multitask for anything but is so patient in knowing that and so good with the kids,” she said. “It’s such a turn-on to see. Probably so inappropriate, but it is. It’s refreshing to see that.”
