Harvey Specter Wife In Suits Novels & Stories

"Ramona has been my rock through it all. She never complained, never demanded. She just loved me, quietly and steadily. And I'll spend the rest of my life giving her everything she deserves." The crowd erupted in applause. Then, chaos broke out. A woman burst through the crowd. Unwashed. Ragged. Wild-eyed. She shoved her face in front of the cameras, screaming for everyone to hear, "Cole is my ex-husband! And Ramona is my best friend! She stole my man!" We were on live television. Millions were watching. But before anyone could react, one of my assistants stepped in and calmly escorted her offstage. "Apologies, everyone," my assistant said smoothly into the microphone. "She's unwell. A bit d

I went to the top floor. A man was waiting for me in a large office. His name was Mr. Specter. He was a lawyer who did not work for the Sterling family. He was the best fraud lawyer in the country. He was expensive, but I had paid him using a bank account my mother did not know about. Mr. Specter stood up when I walked in. He did not look tired. He looked at my wet hair and my muddy boots. "You look like you have been in a fight," Mr. Specter said.

"Mr. Maynard, see? This guy is clearly delusional. Sue and I have been together for two years. We've spent every single day together, so how could I possibly not know if she had a husband?" Stanley retorted. "Is that so? If it weren't for the fact that Susanne is my sister-in-law, do you really think I'd have any interest in your company?" Hubert replied coldly. "Sister-in-law?" The words hit Stanley like a shockwave, leaving him utterly stunned.

A momentary pause later, he turned the room's attention to me. "And that someone is my wife, Wendy Jefferson! Not only did she throw a tantrum at the company's celebration party, she also, before the public eye, pushed and harmed a pregnant employee, Rochelle Wood! To call her actions dastardly is an understatement!"

The dark brown hair swiftly caresses her face, getting attached to the slightly red skin because of sweat. Her exhausted eyes keep monitoring the food, which is releasing a flavorful aroma of seasoning. Today, she is going to meet her husband, a billionaire who has been away from her since the day she said, "I do!" Gwen Stacy is the obedient wife of a billionaire businessman who said goodbye before saying "I do," signing the marriage papers and getting no chance to look at his wife or let his wife see him.

Harvey thanked the server and carried the flowers to Liberty’s office. Liberty was reviewing the wedding menu as Serenity’s maid-of-honor. Once she was sure everything was in order, she closed the file. She lifted her head when Harvey knocked and entered her office. Looking at Harvey’s face now, she found it hard to believe that the man was the scary drunkard. The man looked handsome after tidying himself up. Of course, he was not in the same league as Zachary and Josh. “Hello, Ms. Hunt. I’m Harvey Gray. We met before in East Hill Apartments,” Harvey introduced himself.

But my ears were tuned to every word. "So," Derek said, drawing out the word for maximum drama. "I heard something very interesting this morning." "What?" one of the other analysts asked, leaning in. "About our dear CEO." My hands froze on my keyboard. My entire body went rigid. "What about him?" Marcus asked, sounding simultaneously interested and like he didn't want to encourage office gossip. "Apparently," Derek said, his grin widening, "Niklaus Specter has a woman. Like, a serious woman. And word is they're getting married soon. Like, within the next few months."

She walked up to a table and took a seat beside a couple in their late fifties. “I haven't seen Mr Sullivan around,” His wife said while looking around. “Richard Sullivan?” The wife nodded. “Yes, he'll be given a speech but why isn't he around yet?” “Probably he's in any of the rooms upstairs. I want to use the restroom, I'll be right back.” The husband said and pecked his wife's cheek before heading to the restroom.

She spits bitterly, rolling her eyes. I purse my lips and lower my head before turning on my way back office. I never knew such gossip would be spreading behind my back. Especially about my wife? What bitterness have they petted in their minds for my wife, I wonder. So disgusting! I reach my cabin and call Siya. She comes in a few minutes, bowing before me. She comes with a cup of coffee which I usually order and puts it in front of me. “Boss,” she grabs my quick attention as I get my cup. I hum, signaling her to continue which she does, “The information you wanted.” She puts a file before me.

Did they think I couldn't do anything to them? After several deep breaths, I suppressed the murderous urge rising within me and pulled out my phone. "Ms. Lovelace, your department director, Iris Lockwood, is currently cuddling with your lover in your fully paid penthouse at Suite 801, Tower A in Quantum Heights. They're enjoying the air conditioning right now. If you don't hurry, your little lapdog might be devoured by someone else."