Harvey Specter Wife In Suits Novels & Stories

In less than two minutes, a few strong security guards came rushing in and dragged Georgia away, like hauling off a dead dog. “Simon, you can’t do this to me! I’m your wife! Simon…” Her screams faded into the distance until they vanished completely. I unfastened my seatbelt and finally got out of the car. The heels of my shoes clicked sharply against the concrete floor. I straightened my collar and walked into the elevator without looking back. As the elevator doors closed, I felt as if my messy past had been sealed off forever. After that, I never checked on Georgia again. Some people said they saw her begging under a bridge. Others said she was arrested for theft. Some even said she had go

He had portrayed Jean as a pitiful woman who had suffered emotional abuse from her husband and had been deceived by my corrupt behavior. Jean had also tearfully accused me, "I had been in love with Felix for years, yet I never knew he was this kind of person. He would usually give me the silent treatment. I could even put up with his occasional physical abuse. But I never expected that he would embezzle and misappropriate company property. I absolutely cannot allow myself to be the wife of a criminal." As I watched Jean accuse me and fabricate things that I didn't do, and the immense harm I had supposedly brought to her and our family, I just let out a mocking smile.

She replied coldly, “It’s Layla. She’s getting married to Jonathan Gray today.” The news caught William by surprise. “What?” he asked in disbelief.

Ivan gestured to Arabella. She stood. She stood up. The room went quiet again. "During the audit, I noticed something." Her gaze swept the table. "Certain individuals—even shareholders—have avoided consequences because of their connections." Pause. "That won't happen with Ms. Smith.” She looked directly at Serena. "This is both professional and personal.” Her eyes shifted to Adrian. ‘Save her now. I dare you.’ "Absolutely." Mrs. Manning nodded firmly. "This kind of crime cannot be overlooked.” Murmurs of agreement.

Every whisper felt like a victory he hadn’t quite earned but couldn’t resist. A quiet satisfaction curled inside him. He denied it, called it an observation. And yet he could not stop noticing the way she made the world pause, especially with her laugh. They passed the champagne tower. Nearby stood Evelyn DeVries, a former model, and wife of the chairman of DeVries Industries, her posture effortless, her gaze observing. Beside her was Mariana Price, Harlan’s wife, diamonds catching the light each time she moved her head. With them was Lucinda Williams, a sophisticated widow who, after her husband’s death, possessed immense wealth—and very little idea what to do with it.

"If Chelsea hadn't provided us with useful leads, allowing us to close many major cases, Chief Lowe wouldn't have been promoted so quickly." "You're just an ex-wife who only holds him back. Maybe you should be ashamed." Providing useful leads? Closing major cases and being promoted? It was ridiculous—I was the one who helped Harvey achieve all of that. So not only had Chelsea stolen my title as Harvey's wife, but she had also taken all the credit for my work. Harvey had probably done it to give her a leg to stand on. But why did I deserve this? "You need therapy, not another baby. Sabotaging the chief's marriage is a criminal offense as well!"

the nurse shrilled in, saving her superior's head. She walked to the remote placed on the side table by the bed and turned on the television placed high above, on the wall ahead. As predicted, CBN is live and Harvey's face came into view. He was in an interview with the newscaster. The headline especially, was what caught my attention: “Wealthy billionaire Harvey Fontaine's wife, Olivia May, jumped to her death after she threatened her husband and her best friend with their careers because of jealousy.” How did I suddenly become the villain? Harvey twisted the story against me?

Harvey refused to watch them because he knew that what Officer Zimmerman said was true if he dared to say so. Officer Zimmerman sighed. “In addition, Mr. Green, I told you before that we suspected that Virginia Swenson had something to do with the death of your ex-wife, Carissa Fellowes. Virginia has also confessed this crime herself just now. Eight years ago, the death of your wife wasn’t an accident. Virginia knocked your wife out cold and threw her into Crescent Lake to drown her.” “What!? This... Cough! Cough! Cough...” As if something was stuck in his throat, Harvey coughed violently, and his overweight body was trembling violently as if he would not be able to catch his breath at any t

I forced myself to read it, even though every word felt like broken glass in my throat. Sources say the meeting was brief and tense. Harvey emerged looking composed but emotional, declining to comment to the waiting press. Legal experts suggest her legal team has been quietly building cases against multiple family members, including her stepmother Sabrina Norman and stepsister Martha Harvey, for fraud and embezzlement… My hand trembled on the mouse. They'd used an old photo of me… from back when I thought I had everything. When I thought Silas loved me. When I thought my father's attention meant something.