Richard Harmon Wife Novels & Stories

He started. “She hit…on you?” I asked. “She did.” His answer was flat. “I've been doing business with Richard for years. Knew his first wife.” “They're perfect together. And then two years ago, Richard met Leonie” he shook his head. “She's young. He's in his fifties. Hell, his kids are her age! But he wouldn't see reason. He wanted her, and he married her. And now…now, it's a hell of a mess.”

"Name: Charlotte Robert. Age: 27 years old. Family: mom, dad, grandpa, grandma, brother Nathan Robert, and Husband:Dylan Harmon." The ground seemed to shift beneath me as the reality of the situation sank in. How had I been so oblivious? Why hadn't I delved into her family background before? Guilt and regret hit me as I grappled with the profound realization that I had been ignorant of such fundamental aspects of my wife's life.

He shook hands with Tyler. “Good to see you too, Richard,” Tyler said smoothly. They began talking about some deal, something about stocks or a merger, I couldn’t really keep up. I just stood there quietly, nodding when anyone’s gaze moved my way. Mr. Richard’s gaze finally landed on me, his eyes lighting up with surprise. “Oh, this is your wife?” he asked. Tyler nodded. “Yes, my wife.” “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t attend your wedding,” Mr. Richard said, turning his attention fully to me. “Everything happened so fast, you see.”

- 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?

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.

She walked closer and he stopped dead in his tracks as if he had just seen a ghost. “Richard, I need your help with something.” She turned to see me. “Hello young lady.” “Hello Ma'am.” “I am Richard's wife. Nice to meet you.” That was what I was waiting for. “Your husband is an exceptional man. You know we met at…” Richard rushed over interrupting me. “Leave the poor.girl alone. Go wait for me in the storage room and I'll be right there.” She smiled, nodding to me before pecking him on the chin and walking away.

"It simply came to my notice then. I hired some people to find out who did it. Don't worry, we'll find out soon. " " I'd like to help somehow. "Whoever did that is also my enemy," she said much more briskly than before. Theo smiled. When they step on her blister, his fighting red-haired wife turns into live fire. ” “ I'll be there late tonight. Which room did you stay in? ” “ Um, I ... I didn't know who knew about this charade of ours, so I told Neil to leave my things in your apartment, ”she stammered.