Tequan Richmond Wife Novels & Stories

Tristan finally pulled away, then settled down in his chair. Richardo spoke again, still smiling. "Who is this pretty lady with you?" he asked. "This is Ivory, my wife," Tristan replied in a bored expression. Richardo's smile widened. " Wow! Tristan, married? Never thought the day would come!" he said. " He turned to me, extending his hand. "I'm Richardo. Your husband's business partner." "And I must say, íse ómorfi," he added. I stared at him, confusion flickering across my face.

"Look who's back. The barren wife." Elena's face went red. Other patients in the waiting room looked over. "Let me guess," Nerissa continued loudly. "You're here for more false hope? More expensive tests that won't change anything?" Elena stayed quiet. She remembered Mrs. Kaelthorn's warning. If Elena caused any trouble, it would get back to Jack's mother. "Oh, you're not talking today?" Nerissa smiled cruelly. "Smart choice. I heard your husband brought home a real woman yesterday. Victoria Ravencrest. Now that's what a billionaire's wife should look like."

“Blame him? Don’t flatter yourself even if Jacob hadn’t asked for a divorce i would have made sure you were thrown out. Did you truly believe a criminal like you could ever be worthy of my son?” Clara sneered tossing her hair “Exactly. Stop acting like you are some tragic heroine no one is buying it.” Whispers stirred among a few bystanders nearby. “Wait… isn’t that Jacob Wilson’s ex-wife?” “I heard she went to prison.” “Prison? No wonder his mother hates her.” “Still she is prettier than I expected” The whispers pricked at Vanessa’s ears but she kept her face calm her tone measured. “Believe what you want the marriage is over.”

Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me. Her husband, Edward Hawthorne, was a master of appearances. The perfect smile, the steady handshake, the calm confidence that made him untouchable. He was Edward Hawthorne — philanthropist, elite businessman, my richest client — and he was about to be my undoing. I smiled at him, smooth and controlled, concealing the storm beneath my skin. Every instinct screamed to keep my distance, to maintain the lines I had spent years drawing. And yet, the moment our eyes met — hers and mine — a quiet war began, silent but undeniable. D

Richard said, his voice low. “There was a woman,” Vivian finally said, her voice barely louder than a whisper. “A few weeks before I came to see you. She contacted me. Said her name was Sienna. Said she used to work for Ethan.” Vivian twisted her hands together in her lap. “She told me she knew what I had done. The photos. Everything. She said if I didn’t make things right with you go to you, say sorry, try to bring you back home she would tell everything to the press.” The room became very still.

“Stop joking with me! Help me clear my name! How can you just stand by while someone uses dirty tricks to ruin your wife?” That final word—“wife”—sent shivers down everyone’s spines. Emma truly had no shame left. She dared to remind him of a title she had single-handedly destroyed. Even the bystanders were furious on Alden’s behalf. At the lowest point of disgrace, she still refused to admit fault. Still greedy. Still shamelessly clinging to a title that no longer belonged to her. It was pathetic… and utterly despicable.

He had to be over thirty or something! "This website is broken" she muttered to herself. His net worth was over a billion dollars and he led the most successful tech company in the country , ranking number three in the world. His family background was labelled messy by the media as his mother was constantly seen by senators and many other government officials. It was rumored his mother sold herself to buy him the connections he had now. Olivia felt her heart sink at those words. She could see from other reports that this man walked his way into success, but the media would love to have a compelling story to give the masses.

Just as I was about to twist the door knob, I heard her voice. “Wait," she whispered calmly. I turned around and looked at her. "...you're Killian’s wife... aren't you?" she asked raising her head to meet my gaze. I clenched my jaw as burning in my throat returned. My chest tightened with awful reality as I nodded. “…I am…." She smiled deliberately. "And you are?" I asked curiously. She opened her mouth and then closed it. She seemed hesitant for a second before she answered. “I... a….” she whispered as age stared at the window. “I knew his mother..." she looked at me. "My name is Rachel.”

"What's going on here?" she asked in perfect Italian, her tone brooking no argument. The officer snapped to attention. "Racheal, this man is demanding to see a prisoner, Abigail Johnson." The woman turned to me, and I felt the ground shift beneath my feet. It was none other than Racheal Williams. My ex-wife. I hadn’t seen her in years, not since the divorce. My mouth and eyes couldn’t help but open widely. She was looking more powerful and confident than I ever remembered.

However, this offer was beyond belief. "We'll be filthy rich!" Ciara who contain her excitement shouted. Richard's gaze was fixed on Ciara. "You and who?" Ciara smiled. "Aren't I your fiancée? And since you're divorced, then that makes me the new CEO of Westwood Accessories." Richard shook his head negatively. "It won't be easy as you think since my parents planned this meeting and they aren't aware of my divorce with Sheila" Sheila couldn't hold back her anger. "Is it that you aren't bold enough to tell them that you are no longer together!"