The Ex-husband Wants to Get Power Every Day After the Divorce

She wanted to throw herself into his arms, but thinking of her current situation, she could only stand timidly.

“Michael, l, I have something to tell you.” Isabelle bit her lip, her tearful eyes looking at him.

Michael’s pupils were deep, his brows and eyes slightly lowered.

“Michael, I know you’ve seen that news too. I was forced; that Jake Smith is disgusting and greedy. He tricked me into having a relationship with him, but in my heart, it’s only you, Michael…” Isabelle tried to grab Michael’s hand, but he instinctively took a step back.

Isabelle’s face stiffened, and tears quickly welled up in her eyes, “l know, you think I’m dirty.”

Seeing her aggrieved expression, Michael’s gaze deepened, his eyes filled with unclear meanings: “The Smith family has already agreed to your marriage with Jake.”

On the day Jake’s relationship with her was exposed, he quickly investigated the Smith family. Jake was responsible and quickly explained the situation to his own family, convincing them.

“l came here to ask if you’re willing to marry Jake.”

If Isabelle was willing to marry Jake, he would prepare a generous dowry for her and send her off to marry him as her brother.

It was to live up to his dead brother’s spirit.

However, when Isabelle heard this, she became agitated like an ant on a hot pan: “l don’t want to, Michael. It’s only you in my heart, and the only person I want to marry is you.”

Michael was silent, his expression faded a bit as he thought of Bailey’s identity, “You should really consider marrying Jake. He’s more suitable for you than me. I don’t come home often, and if we get married, we can only treat each other like siblings, which wouldn’t be good for you.”

He was implying that even if they got married, they wouldn’t have a real relationship; it was a blatant rejection.

Isabelle’s face burned deeply, her cheeks flushed red.

But now was not the time to save face; if Michael didn’t marry her, she would have to marry Jake.

That man was completely unworthy of her!

If she couldn’t marry Michael, hadn’t her hopes for these past few years all been in vain?

“l don’t want to marry Jake!”

Isabelle’s defiant voice echoed throughout the Villa’s hall, just as Jake descended the stairs.

After speaking briefly with Samuel, he had already made up his mind, and he didn’t expect to accidentally hear Isabelle badmouthing him.

“Michael, you don’t know how perverted Jake is. If I don’t listen to him, he’ll do everything he can to torture me. He may appear immaculate on the surface, but he’s actually full of filth inside.”

“If I marry him, it would be like a lamb entering a tiger’s den. Michael, I don’t want to marry him, I really don’t!”

Isabelle sobbed and pleaded, her tears flowing like a stream, her words touching the heart of those who listened.

After hearing this, even Jake’s thick face couldn’t help but crumble.

In the past, Isabelle’s sweet words to him were all fake.

Moreover, her accusations now were even more false.

Although he had quite a few women in his life, he had never touched any of them over the years, except Isabelle. Even with Amelia, they mostly just went through the motions without actually having anything between them.

The only woman he had a relationship with was Isabelle!

But now? To win over another man, she was wildly slandering him!

Jake’s full lips showed a trace of cold laughter, and his clear eyes were filled with insane hatred.

He stood on the stairs, coldly watching the man and woman on the floor below.

Feeling his deep gaze, Michael glanced at him briefly and saw him standing on the stairs, his eyebrows furrowing.

Isabelle in front of him continued to badmouth Jake, and her words became even more excessive.

Michael calmly interrupted her: “If you don’t want to marry him, you can discuss it with him, but I can’t marry you.”

“Why?” Isabelle retorted, “If I marry you and have to keep an empty chamber, I’m not afraid. Hasn’t Molly been with you like this for three years, and you’ve gradually come to like her, haven’t you?!”

Michael’s eyes darkened: “It’s not the same.”

“Why can’t it be different? You can fall in love with someone else, why can’t you fall in love with me?” Isabelle Richardson insisted, “Haven’t you forgotten Xavier’s last words? He said to take good care of me in the future.”

“Taking good care of you doesn’t necessarily mean I have to marry you.” Michael Gallagher’s eyes were distant, his tone mellow like water, “I promised my brother to take good care of you, but that doesn’t include tolerating everything you do.”

Isabelle was taken aback, quickly lowering her head to conceal the panic in her eyes.

She had indeed lied to Michael and done many things behind his back.

Thinking of her relationship with Jake Smith, her heart felt heavy.

Did Michael know about everything she had done?

Isabelle’s expression blanked, and her lips began to feel numb from fear.

Michael glanced up the stairs, seeing that Jake Smith had already left, he sharply asked, “How much were you involved in Amanda Leaford’s case?”

Isabelle’s eyes widened.

Michael’s cello-like, intoxicating voice made her heart race.

He knew!

He knew it was her doing!

Seeing Isabelle’s face suddenly pale, Michael let out a low, soft chuckle.

For his brother’s sake, he had tolerated much from Isabelle, but that didn’t mean he would always aid and abet her.

“l have found you a top-notch lawyer in Orientopia, but this is the last time I’m helping you. For everything else, handle it yourself.” Isabelle’s repeated troubles added to his exhaustion from dealing with issues related to Molly Walker.

Perhaps knowing that Michael was behind her, Isabelle had become increasingly reckless in her actions in the past few years.

He had looked into Jake Smith, who had done everything for Isabelle’s sake. Her marriage to Jake would be a good ending for her.

If Isabelle remained stubborn and unrepentant, there was nothing more he could do.

Taking proper care of Bailey Gallagher, his brother’s child, would be the best way to appease his brother’s spirit.

Michael’s words utterly shattered Isabelle.

She knew that her every move was being monitored by Samuel Richardson. By distancing himself, Michael was effectively telling Samuel that she had been abandoned.

Thinking of how kindly Michael had treated her in the past, Isabelle covered her mouth and began sobbing.

As Michael turned to leave, Isabelle, in a state of collapse, chased after him and hugged him tightly from behind, “Michael, I was wrong, I really was wrong. Please, please don’t leave me. I’m so scared… ‘

Michael’s eyes reddened slightly, he let out a low sigh, pried her fingers off him, and strode away.

The breeze blew, and Isabelle’s tear-streaked face felt as cold as ice.

Winter had come, and although the air was dry and cold, nothing could chill her heart, broken into countless pieces.

Michael had given up on her!

Her fingers clenched tightly into fists, her nails digging into her palms, but she felt nothing.

This was the first time she had admitted her mistakes, the first time she begged, but Michael didn’t give her a chance at all.

When Jake Smith heard Isabelle’s words, he immediately turned around and went to find Samuel Richardson.

“Uncle,” Thinking of her attempts to put the blame on him, Jake Smith’s eyes turned cold, “If Isabelle really doesn’t want to marry me, please don’t force her.’

Though he loved her, and the Smith family wasn’t as powerful as the

Richardson family, that didn’t mean he could be used as a scapegoat by her freely.

Samuel Richardson was about to ask why when a sudden scream was heard from outside.

“Someone, help! The heiress has slit her Wrists!”