Novel & Cerita Richard Harmon Wife

"All this time, I've been looking for you, darling. Who would have thought that my little baby is the wife of someone I know very well." Ara just remained silent, she was still shocked by the reality she had just received, how was that possible? Yes, that was what was in her head now. God's scenario is indeed far more beautiful than human scenarios, the woman who has been hated and even kidnapped by her husband's mother is actually the real heir, not Jessica whose true identity is still unclear. After everything was clear, Mrs. Richard asked Raymond to honeymoon in Germany, she promised to compensate for the costs Raymond had incurred for the honeymoon.

Michael pushes. “I’m married to Maxwell Sturgis, I am a rich woman. I don’t want to be on a poster or billboard, I want to be next to my husband,” I reply. Max grabs my hand, “Michael, please take your foot off mine and refrain from talking about my wife’s body.” Michael has a smug look, “Tell you what Max. I will sign your contract, plus I’m willing to give your company a little more liberty if you loan me your wife for just a night or two.”

“This is Harper, Widow of Congressman Timothy Lane. You might remember the scandal, though the press called it a suicide.” Harper was younger than Genevieve expected. She was in her early thirties, dark skinned, with high cheekbones and eyes that were like polished glass. She gave Genevieve a single glance. “Margot, the silent one,” Celeste continued, nodding toward an older woman who looked like she’d stepped out of a 1950s film. “Her husband ran a hedge fund until it burned.” “Diana,” she said next, motioning to a woman with auburn hair and eyes lined with black eyeliner like war paint. “Her husband was found with two bullets in his chest and one mistress in his bed.”

His voice was now slightly rough I huffed in response, knowing the kind of person Elion is, He'd have to be very close to this Harlan Donovan to describe him as a ‘Necessary acquaintance’ “Why is he hosting tonight?” I prode on, hoping it had something to do with the whole mystery behind our wedding date Something changed in Elion's expression, he studied me with wary eyes “Harln's wife died five years ago, she was a medical researcher and spent her career working on early intervention treatments for degenerative spinal conditions. She never finished the work, He hosts this event every year to continue her research and also keep her memory alive Sympathy doused over me. “That's...” I stopped

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

Richard was too kind, too sincere, and that was the greatest torture for Aurora, whose heart was now being fought over by the shadow of another man—his own son. At the Calloway headquarters, Richard still stared at his phone before finally shifting his gaze to a silver photo frame at the corner of his desk. There, Jennifer Aniston—his late wife—smiled very gently. Richard took the frame, stroking the glass surface with his thumb. "I think... I’m starting to open my heart again, Jen."

"We’re still waiting for the doctor. Just get here." "I’ll be there as fast as I can," Richard said. He hung up as he quickly got out of bed, grabbing his clothes with trembling hands. The woman sat up, pulling the thin sheet over her chest, her expression shifting to annoyance. "What’s wrong? You’re leaving?" "My wife," Richard said. He stepped into his pants, nearly tripping in his haste. "She’s hurt." The woman rolled her eyes, a cynical sigh escaping her lips. She stood up, the sheet falling away as she walked toward him, leaning in for a kiss. Richard didn't even look at her; he put his hands on her shoulders and firmly pushed her back.