Robert Redford First Wife Novels & Stories

Robert Gold was six feet on the dot. He was in good shape and although he was spoiled, he was funny and a much better person than his father. Robert’s first wife, Claudia, had been a one-time model, but she married Robert before she made it big. He traveled a lot and she started sleeping with her driver. Robert hadn’t known about the affair and his father contacted us to eliminate her.

She will have to remain such a wife for the rest of her life who will keep hearing from people about her husband's extramarital affair. Rudra Reddy was seeing the fire of helplessness rising in her heart. A barrage of sorrow was really moulding inside her. Sara Owen gulped red wine in a breath. Rudra Reddy’s face rinsed. He didn’t want her to drink. She slammed the glass on the table while coughing. She ignored her poor health and poured another, gulped and coughed. She replaced the glass and leaned back weakly, closing her eyes and breathing heavily.

I picked up the photo and saw it was a photo of Martha and a stern-looking man with a thick mustache and eyebrows. “That was Miss Martha’s husband,” Albert explained. “My great-grandfather, right?” Amy asked. “No, that is Robert Richardson, her second husband,” Alfred explained. “She remarried a year after she was widowed.” “Is he …um …dead?” Amy asked. “Oh, yes,” Alfred said. For many years now.” He hung the picture back on the nail on the wall. “It’s strange. Miss Martha would never have had this photo in her rooms.” “Why not?” I asked.

“Uncle Robert… do you know about Vander’s wife?” Robert’s chopsticks paused mid-air. He lifted his gaze, studying Dean with an unreadable expression. “You mean the young woman?” Dean frowned slightly. “I heard she was young.” Robert let out a quiet, disdainful chuckle. “I’ve heard about her… She was Vander’s mistress. His first wife was pushed out, and this one only managed to secure her place as the official wife in recent years.” Dean’s grip on his chopsticks tightened slightly, his gaze turning colder. “So she wasn’t his original wife—she only gained power later?”

I’m yet to finish dealing with one daughter, and now they have two. Two daughters? One is the soft, naive daughter. And the other… The shrewd, evil daughter who wishes for nothing but the ruin of the other. The Roosevelts certainly know how to create their own destruction. I mean, who would have thought Frednard’s relationship with Eleanor never even had any real roots? The relationship had never been real because he never loved her. He had only loved his mistress. He even cheated on his wife! I laugh with delight. Yet… My hands begin to curl.

She interrupted me. "Just tell me already.. I might have a reason why I really wanna know what you are doing here?" She said.. reducing her voice and being calm with me now. "I.... I am Mr Maya's wife" I finally confessed. "She is Mr Maya's Wife" Robert said at the same time with me.. ******** ******

Elodie listened in silence, sensing that interrupting would break whatever spell was allowing Grace to share this story. "Robert was married to Griff's mother, Helena. She was a beautiful woman, refined and elegant, and she loved Robert with the kind of complete devotion that can either make you or destroy you. They seemed to have the perfect marriage, the perfect life. Helena knew about Robert's business dealings, but she chose to look the other way as long as they were happy together." Grace paused, her expression growing darker. "But then Robert met Williams' mother, Sarah. She was young, vibrant, completely different from Helena in every way. And Robert became obsessed with her."

she lied. The truth was, she was busy surfing through her mobile. She didn't notice that her daughter was not with her until that girl who saved her daughter cried out in alarm. Robert shook his head with displeasure. He is thinking about the girl who saved his daughter. She looked pretty. He was thinking if he could make her his fifth wife. "Alright, be careful the next time. Now go back to your room" he waved her away. Immediately his wife left his presence and dragged her daughter away along with her.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

My wife, Iris Lockwood, earned 45 thousand dollars a year, yet she was a penny-pincher. Almost all the furniture and appliances in our home were items she had scavenged from local secondhand groups. The genuine leather couch in the living room had edges that were peeling and mottled, but she insisted, "Darling, this is top-grain leather. It originally cost more than six thousand dollars. The previous owner was in a rush to move abroad, so I snagged it for 100 dollars. Once you wipe off the dust, it's practically as good as new!"