Richard Harmon Wife Novels & Stories

Inspector George explained as they looked at each other. “I made discoveries and got to know that Mr. Harold had been involved with another woman before he got married to Hazel. Iris was a result of their affair. But wasn't ready to take responsibility for his affair, cause he knew it'll affect his marriage with Hazel’s mother. He denied it, making Iris and her mother fend for themselves, totally cutting them off from any alliance with him, well not until when he discovered something crucial, some months before his death.” Inspector George said.

“Rainey’s affairs were no secret. You weren’t the first, dude, and you sure as hell weren’t the last. Jack liked you too much. Always went around talking like you were the son he never had or something, even after you left. Even after he knew.” “Ah, God. No.” His head hung down. Shit. Richard had slept with Jackson Lawrie’s lusty wife Lorraine only twice, back in 1987 when she was forty-six years old and Richard just twenty-three, while Michelle had still been away at college and before they’d ever married. Rainey was sultry and simmering, twice his age, the consummate older attractive woman, and she had aroused youthful cravings in him beyond any nip of willpower he might’ve had to resist.

"I just need to be alone, thank you." Harper seems unwilling to leave. We have never been that close. I know she has a wife and that Harper identifies as a woman, but I've heard rumors that her wife isn't so fond of hormone therapy. Those might only be rumors. Harper's wife has never shown her face at The Snowflake, though. I don't even know what she looks like.

- A few friends, Bruce's family and a few of his relatives, my family and a few of my friends, and a few business partners of Chris. - Business partners? Which ones? - Well Ford Pierce with his girlfriend, Robie Banner, and his wife, Steve and Melinda Potter, Arnold Bane and his girlfriend, and Nicholas Archibald and Lucy Johnson. - Aham do not forget to invite Jack Robertson. - Who is he? I have never heard about him. - He is a business partner from New Jersey, and I know he will be disappointed if you do not send him an invite. - Okay, thank you for telling me. Riley thanked "Leonardo"

He looked toward Timothy instead and asked with disdain, "You must be my wife's ex, right? I'll have to thank you for not marrying her back then. Otherwise, I could have never met and married such an amazing person." Timothy ignored Richard's mockery entirely. He turned to me with a complicated gaze instead. There was a hint of desperation in his eyes as he demanded, "Is this your way of punishing me, Hope? How much did you pay to hire these two to play their parts?" I set Megan down and reached out to take Richard's hand. "I'd like you to meet Richard Gunther, my husband." Timothy's face cycled through disbelief and shock. Then, his expression finally went blank.

“I’m his wife. Mother of his two kids.” The floor seemed to tilt beneath my feet. For a moment, everything went silent except for the low hum of the TV. My chest tightened painfully. “His… wife?” I whispered, looking at Richard. “You’re married?” He wouldn’t meet my eyes. The woman his wife stepped closer, her expression twisting into disgust. “Oh, come on. Don’t pretend you didn’t know. You think a man like him doesn’t have a family? The late nights, the ‘business trips’… you really thought you were special?”

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

My mother calls on a Tuesday morning while I'm cross referencing financial records. She sounds different and happier She tells me she has news and asks me to come home for the weekend. I go. She sits me down at the kitchen table with tea I don't drink and tells me she's getting married. His name is Richard Harrington. She met him four months ago at a fundraiser. She's never been happier. The name hits me like cold water but I keep my face still because I am very good at keeping my face still. I ask her one question. Just one.

I suppose many would have called me a trophy wife. I had been a fashion model, tall, slender, with long blonde hair that turned heads. I met my husband Richard at one of the shows where I was working. He was a buyer for a major department store chain..considerably older, but handsome, charming, and successful. I was utterly smitten. We built a good life together. His promotions brought us a beautiful home and a very comfortable existence. I always knew the age gap..fifteen years..meant I would likely face widowhood one day. That day came.

He shakes his head in denial, but there is nothing he can do to change any of this. "Why?" I demand. He has the decency to look ashamed. "I didn't want to, Tate. I swear I didn't. But she's got..." he stops talking, looking pained. "You don't understand! I can't let my wife find out! My kids will never speak to me again!" Victoria smirks at me and pulls up her phone. I can see the picture from here. My stomach turns sour. Richard had been cheating on his wife... with Victoria. And I start to wonder if this was all her plan from the beginning.