Richard Harmon Wife Novels & Stories

I tell her. When I got back, I checked out joint account to see if I needed to send her anymore money, imagine my shock when I realize she hasn’t spent a cent of it in years. “I’ve noticed you haven’t used the money from our joint account.” I mention. She nods. “Yes, I got an admin job a few years ago after I got my degree, so I’ve been using that money for groceries.” She says looking down at her hands. I sigh, not saying anything. Olivia always assumes she’s a bother to me. Though we’ve only spent one night together and made our daughter, she’s still my wife and I’ve been faithful to her.

Dickinson was even more bewildered by Harmonia's words. On the way to the school, he had specially investigated Harmonia, so he had a rough idea about her background. She was Absalom's ex-wife with her stunning looks and an ambiguous relationship with Hector, the heir of Marsh Consortium. She also had cunning tactics. His vice president whom he sent to join the Nilus City Chamber of Commerce couldn't stop praising her performance after returning to the company. However, no matter how capable she was, bullying his daughter was akin to slapping him in the face.

And l think mum got it in another way. What were you doing with a married man Daciana? I didn't see my self raising your to separate families. Why..... She didn't tell me anything. A voice came from behind us and cut mum's questions off. I gazed being to see Richard. He is Rachel's husband. He then continued;Miss you are blaming your daughter for nothing. Your daughter and l dont even have a conversation together so when did she tell me that my wife as been un faithful to me for the last two years? Don't remember employing her to be my spy.

"We've never spoken of it directly, not once in thirty-four years, but you've always known. Haven't you." Ryan said nothing, which was answer enough. "Your mother worked in this house," Richard continued, his voice quiet now, almost distant, as though reciting a story he'd told himself so many times in private that the words had worn smooth. "As a maid, alongside my wife's staff, the year my first wife was pregnant with our son. Both women, as it happened, were due within days of each other." He paused, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. "My wife died in childbirth. So did the child. Three days later, your mother went into labor in the servants' quarters of this very house, and she die

Meanwhile, Richard kept his cold, furious gaze fixed on me. A bitter scoff escaped my lips. "'My wife'?" I repeated, emphasizing the words as I looked up at him. "So, she's no longer your girlfriend? You two are husband and wife now?" I asked the question directly, but before Richard could respond, Zoey beat him to it. "Of course, Bianca," she said proudly. "Richard and I are a couple. We're married!" "Married?" I repeated, letting out a mocking laugh. "Are you so desperate to be in a union with my ex-husband that you've forgotten the difference between a mistress and a wife?"

His once commanding presence now looked small defeated even as the weight of everything crashed in at once. His daughter was on every major news channel. His son had become a mystery, working from the shadows. And his wife the one person who used to stand quietly behind him now looked at him like he was the problem instead of the patriarch. He clenched his fists, muttering under his breath, “First Lena… now Jay… and now woman you are supporting both of them.” Madam Hale paused at the doorway, half-turned, and gave him a knowing smile. “This woman has a name, Richard. It’s your wife. The one who kept forget and abandoned her children and play by your rules while you turned it into a PR disast

she said and held Mystro’s hand. “Can you take me away from him” she suggested to Mystro. “Sure” Mystro agreed walking away when her hand was pulled out of his again. Anger written all over his face as he turned to face an annoying Richard. “Stay away from my wife” Richard warned, his voice deep and thunderous as he gave the command. “We are divorced” Elaine butted in. “No, we are not” he yelled back. “What?” she asked confused. Richard took a deep breath and moved closer to her,

He bowed ninety degrees to Isabella and whispered, "Hello, my name is Richard. I know you're my wife's mother, and you're so beautiful!" Hazel remained silent, listening quietly as Richard spoke to her mother. "It's nice to meet you, but..." He pursed his lips. "My wife isn't very happy right now. Please make her happy. She looks the best when she's smiling. You must think so too, right?" Hazel's eyes were swollen with tears. She looked up, trying to hold back her tears. "Beauty..." "Hmm?" Hazel replied with a choked voice. "Come down a little, I have something to tell you."

Richard said tightly. "Richard, I can't eat me up from inside," his wife said, now calming down with little particles of tears in her eyes. "Just a matter of time dear, we're gonna find it okay. Just try and fight it" Richard said, disclosing to her since he knew her body is calmed and she stood, hugged her husband immediately and the tears started flowing down. She wept bitterly on her husband's shoulder who tried his best to console her. "Richard, you know we can't hide this from them forever," his wife said, still crying.

I was nothing like that man. I got up, brewed some coffee, and grabbed my laptop. I typed Richard’s name into the search engine, waiting as it loaded. I found a ton of business stuff about him—his awards and accolades. His brilliant career in marketing. But he kept his private life private. There were a few scattered pictures of him attending events with his wife Katy, his boss Graham Gavin, or other coworkers. Some articles about his kids. Grace was a lawyer. Heather a designer. They both worked at ABC Corp—a division of BAM. Richard and Katy had a daughter married to a distant royal in England. A son who was a CFO in Alberta at a company not related to BAM or ABC. The youngest son was a do