From rivals in the newsroom to soulmates at home — the Fox News anchor’s marriage is the stuff of rom-com dreams.
Fox News star Harris Faulkner is known for her commanding presence on television — but behind the scenes, she shares a quiet, enduring romance that’s lasted more than two decades.
Her husband? Tony Berlin — a former TV journalist turned PR executive who once worked for competing news stations. Yes, their love story began with rivalry, a little awkwardness, and one unforgettable date… involving another woman.
“He showed up to a party with a date — even though he’d asked to meet me,” Faulkner recalled with a laugh. “That takes some gall!”
But gall turned to charm. After six months in the friend zone, Faulkner gave Berlin a second shot — and it paid off. Just over a year later, Berlin proposed on the banks of Lake Superior, tossing her a small box during a lakeside stroll.
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“He said, ‘Don’t throw that!’ I opened it — and there was the ring,” she shared.
They married on April 12, 2003, in Arizona — and have been inseparable ever since.
From Newsroom to Real Life
Tony Berlin isn’t just Harris Faulkner’s husband — he’s got serious credentials of his own. He spent 15 years in TV journalism, working with CBS, CNN, NBC, and ABC, before founding his own media firm in 2011.
Faulkner once called him a “really talented live-shot artist.” Now, he’s the founder of Berlin Media Relations, helping brands get headlines — instead of reporting them.
The pair first crossed paths in Minneapolis, where Faulkner anchored at ABC and Berlin worked as an investigative reporter for CBS. The competition didn’t stop love from blossoming.
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A Colorful, Interfaith Family Life
Together, they’re raising two daughters — Bella (born 2006) and Danika (born 2009) — in what Faulkner lovingly calls a “Benetton ad family.”
“We’re religiously and racially different,” she told PEOPLE. “It’s beautiful.”
Faulkner, a devout Christian, and Berlin, who is Jewish, blend traditions at home — from Sunday church services to Passover readings. The couple says shared values are the glue that keeps them close.
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“We share every meal. We share a prayer,” Faulkner said. “There’s more that unites us than divides us.”
A Husband Who Truly Shows Up
Berlin hasn’t just stood by Faulkner — he’s helped preserve her family’s legacy. Before her father passed in 2020, Berlin recorded interviews with him that would later appear in Faulkner’s Fox Nation series Footsteps of My Father.
“You’ll actually hear my dad’s voice telling his war stories — because Tony saved them,” Faulkner shared.
And for their 20th anniversary, Berlin gifted her a custom Kansas City Chiefs jersey with her name and the number 20 on the back.
“I was confused at first — Mahomes is 15!” she laughed. “Then he told me, ‘You’re on my team.’”
Now that’s what we call a touchdown in love.
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