Harvey Specter Wife In Suits Novels & Stories

I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me.

Was she another piece of the puzzle Martha had hinted at? “I—I don’t know who you are,” Celine said slowly, trying to keep her voice steady. “And I certainly don’t understand why you would think I’m involved with Harvey in any particular way. Who are you?” The woman’s lips curled into a sardonic smile. “Name’s Lydia. Harvey’s ex-wife. I’ve been trying to reach Harvey for weeks, but he’s been dodging my calls and messages. I had to come here myself to get some answers.”

Mr harvey The Eldest daughter of the Go family is your ex wife “ his personal assistant told him barging into his office Harvey turned to look at his PA , what trash was he blabing about . What ex wife is the eldest daughter of the Go family , even if he was in a coma and someone said that , he wouldn’t believe that . Scarlet is from a poor and low background and she had never for once seen what riches in life looked like , so it could never be her . “How about you have a look at this “ his pa Chris’s told him stretching his phone over to him .

The glittering crowd and lively chatter couldn't stir even a flicker of interest in me. "Hey, isn't that Mrs. Peyton? "Look at her outfit. Must be worth over hundreds of thousands, easily." "She's so lucky. If only I could marry into a wealthy family like that." The gossip buzzed all around me, and I caught it despite my apathy. Curious, I glanced toward the entrance and instantly froze. A woman in a designer gown stepped in, her figure draped in jewels, smiling radiantly as she waved to the guests. That face... was identical to the wife I'd thought died three years ago.

She bent down, closed the box carefully, and placed it on the floor beside her desk. “There won’t be another warning like this.” Silence followed—not forced, not muted, but earned. “Now,” she continued, folding her hands together, “I believe we all have a clear understanding of the situation at hand. I’ll be generous and repeat it once more. Firstly, I am not a homewrecker. George Ashton and I were married for five years, and during that time, Camille Sterling was not in the picture.” She raised a finger. “Secondly, I did not forge or tamper with any medical documents. I didn’t even want to go home with the Sterling family initially. They begged. And in my own stupidity, I gave in.”

It had been Lucien who had packed him off to meet a psychologist. They had begun to talk, small talk, that dark evening. Sensing his deep despair, the FBI agent had begun to talk of her husband who she had wed just a few days ago, She had taken out her phone and fondly showed Schwartz the picture of her husband, a beaming Texan in a large Stetson and a cheerful look. His name,she had said with a smile, was Howard Preston and he had chased her down to the altar. Schwartz had the distinct impression that left to herself, she would never have got married, She was a woman who was wed to her work.

When he faced the woman, his expression relaxed a lot and one could say that he looked extremely gentle. Everyone in the room, especially Mr. Smith, were in shock as they stared at the woman in front of Tony—the little girl from the Stark Group whom they thought was inexperienced. I can’t believe that she is Director Hart’s wife. Everyone knows that she has just divorced Director Chase from the Chase Group, but no one expected her to get together with Director Hart this quickly. Does that mean the previous rumors were true? No matter what, Mr. Smith’s back was already drenched in sweat.

“Well, Mr. Harvey Richardson started off in his family’s business. He’s made it to the front pages of almost every business and celebrity magazine for one reason or another. He’s a single father—his wife’s details are unknown, probably kept secret for a reason. Recently, he started his own jewelry line. His company is the biggest sponsor of Jasper Sterling, the mysterious and famous designer who has made a name for himself over the past few years. According to the tabloids, they have an exclusive contract set to expire in the next three months. As for his personal life, finding information about it isn’t easy. I couldn’t uncover anything beyond his business—not even a single photo. The only

“Excuse me?” Renee asked, utterly shocked by Danica’s behavior. “I don’t mean to be rude, but when I saw you watching my husband, I just made an assumption,” Danica chuckled, slipping her arms around Harvey’s. “Harvey and I have been married for twenty-five years, and his success as Vice President of HN Supermarket has drawn unnecessary attention from women. I’m just protecting what’s mine.” “That’s not true,” Harvey objected. “Margaret, I’m sorry -”