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

Remarry?

Michael Gallagher lowered his eyes, thinking of Molly Walker’s attitude, frowning helplessly, “She won’t remarry.”

Why would she remarry after doing so much effort to get a divorce?

“If it were me, I wouldn’t want to get remarried either.” Jake Leaford was full of thoughts of kneeling and calling Elizabeth Aitken “Father”, his words containing a hint of resentment, “You and Isabelle Richardson were a couple, and now that Isabelle is in trouble, you turn back to chase Molly, what do you think Molly would think?”

“What happened to Molly’s grandmother back then? You’re not an accomplice, are you?”

Mentioning Molly’s grandmother, Michael Gallagher’s eyes darkened, dangerously deep.

“Isabelle wanted to marry me, and when I mentioned Molly’s grandmother was still sick, she said she had a friend abroad who was good at this area and could give her grandmother a diagnosis first.”

“Did you agree?” Jake Leaford sighed, “Never mind, you can’t be blamed. Isabelle hid too deep back then, especially in front of you, pretending to be weak and pitiful. It was useless for me to remind you. If it weren’t for Isabelle’s recent exposure of the bad things she did, perhaps you would still be buried in the drum.”

Jake Leaford knew that this kind of thing couldn’t be completely blamed on Michael Gallagher.

After Xavier Gallagher’s death, Michael had a filter for Isabelle.

Isabelle was his support for all these years, and even if everyone misunderstood his relationship with Isabelle, he was too lazy to explain.

“Now it seems that Molly’s grandmother was most likely persecuted by Isabelle. If that’s true, it’s hard for you and Molly to mend the broken mirror…”

It was clear that Isabelle was to blame for everything.

Who would have thought she could be so malicious?

“Moreover, after Isabelle did all those things, you still unconditionally chose to stand on the side of Isabelle…” Thinking of this, Jake Leaford slowly shook his head, “Michael, it’s not easy for you to win Molly back.”

If Molly’s grandmother was alive, everything could be fine, but the old woman was dead.

Michael Gallagher’s deep and dark eyes gradually lost their luster, and a flash of loss in his eyes passed by.

He never thought Isabelle would do such a thing. He had checked Isabelle’s friend, who was indeed good at Molly’s grandmother’s illness. There shouldn’t be any problem just diagnosing her face, but he didn’t know what Isabelle had done to cause Molly’s grandmother’s death.

Jake Leaford was right; this knot was hard to untie.

Michael Gallagher looked at the dazzling wine in front of him, his eyes deepened, picked up the wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing his bad mood, Jake Leaford didn’t say anything more harsh.

He had been comforting Michael for several years, but he had never let him come out of the incident where Xavier Gallagher saved his life.

But it was only after he saved Molly last time that things finally changed. He began to pay attention to his own needs and preferences.

Before, he lived for the Gallagher family, for Isabelle, but never for himself.

Thinking of Isabelle’s current miserable state, Jake Leaford almost laughed out loud, “I heard that Isabelle returned to the Richardson family today and was driven out by Emma Smith. They even fought on the spot.”

Michael Gallagher’s eyes didn’t move, as if he didn’t care about Isabelle’s affairs at all.

Jake Leaford raised his eyebrows and understood, “Have you completely given up on her?”

Michael Gallagher thought of the last time he saw Isabelle, the request she made, and said indifferently, “She still wants me to marry her.”

Jake Leaford rolled his eyes, “This kind of woman is really disgusting. She’s obviously pregnant with your brother’s child, and she’s already your sister-in-law, but she still wants to marry you. I don’t know where she gets the face for it.

In the past two years, Isabelle has been proclaiming herself to be Michael’s fiancée, and even his first love.

Wherever she and Michael appeared together, there would be reporters.

It was all Isabelle’s doing on purpose, and Michael rarely stopped her, nor did he have the heart to stop her.

Thinking about it, Molly had already done well enough to endure all these rumors during her marriage, otherwise, someone else would have lost their temper.

Jake Leaford’s mouth twitched, “Anyway, your brother also has a child now. I think you might as well transfer this guilt to Bailey Gallagher and educate Bailey Gallagher well. It should be considered as making amends to your brother’s spirit.”

Thinking of the way Isabelle educated Bailey Gallagher, Michael Gallagher’s mouth corners were coldly pursed, his eyes icy.

The next morning, Isabelle Richardson was awakened by the coldness of the floor in the Richardson family’s villa.

Yesterday, upon returning, she found her room occupied by Emma Smith. She was furious and tried to drive the vile woman out, but to her surprise, this vile woman colluded with the servants to throw her out. She could only sleep on the floor outside the villa until Samuel Richardson returned the next day.

Samuel Richardson had gone on a business trip, so Emma ventured to do this. When Samuel returned, Isabelle vowed to expose Emma’s true colors.

But instead of Samuel coming back, Jake Smith appeared.

He was dressed in a white woolen coat, holding a bouquet of flowers, and his hair neatly styled, obviously having made an effort to dress up.

Seeing Isabelle on the ground, surprise showed on Jake’s face.

Isabelle quickly got up, her face blushing to her neck, standing there flustered:

“Jake… ‘

Jake seemed to ignore her and instead knocked on the door as he walked past her.

Soon, a cheerful figure emerged from the room.

Seeing Jake, Emma’s eyes lit up and she approached him warmly, “You’re here? I just made you breakfast. Sister Zhang, bring out the breakfast I cooked…”

Emma’s chestnut-brown hair fell on both sides of her face, her long hair reaching her hips, and her delicate oval face had long, thick eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

She was wearing a white silk nightgown, her figure sexy and curvaceous.

Seeing the nightgown she was wearing, Isabelle trembled with anger.

It was her favorite custom-made nightgown, expensive, and even designed by herself.

“Emma, this is my dress! Don’t you find it disgusting to wear something I’ve worn?”

“What are you talking about, sister? You’re my sister, and wearing my sister’s clothes wouldn’t be disgusting, it’s so affectionate!”

Emma deliberately smoothed the hem of her dress, which was embroidered with “sqq,” clearly an abbreviation of Isabelle’s name.

“Bitch! Who’s your sister!” Isabelle snarled and grabbed Emma’s hair.

Yesterday, Emma also grabbed her hair and caused her to beg for mercy. Now, following the same trick, Isabelle grabbed onto Emma’s hair too. Emma cried out in pain and, with a pitiful voice, called for Jake’s help. Isabelle sneered, “He won’t help you; he likes me.”

Jake and she were tied together, and she was sure Jake couldn’t live without her.

As long as Jake didn’t interfere, she could teach this green tea b*tch a lesson. Hearing this, Emma pouted and tears streamed down her face.

Jake looked at her, eyes sinking, and pulled Isabelle away, “Have you had enough? She’s your sister! Isabelle, I always thought you were a malicious person, but I never thought you wouldn’t spare even your sister!”

Emma hurriedly hid behind him with an evil grin on her face, like a little devil with sharp fangs.

Blood rushed to Isabelle’s face as her innocent appearance was forcibly torn apart, her face twisted with pleasure, “Sister? This b*tch is not my sister. Jake, have you forgotten what you did with me? Pretending to be a good person now? Too late!”

Jake’s face changed, his lips slightly discolored.

Of course, he knew what he had done; he had been Isabelle’s accomplice.

Emma’s eyes shifted, the corners of her mouth curling up wickedly. She reached her delicate and smooth hand to Jake’s arm and whispered, “No matter what you’ve done, I don’t mind. We’ll carry any burden together, and I’ll be there for you in everything.”

Her words were like a warm current pouring into Jake’s heart, transforming into a calming pill.

At first, he was just going through the motions with Emma, but after spending these days together, he finally understood what a normal love felt like. Emma and Isabelle had contrasting personalities – one gentle and considerate, the other arrogant and domineering. Men would naturally prefer the former.

Jake held her hand and looked at Isabelle with a calm and indifferent tone: “At most, what I’ve done might cost me my job, but I still have Emma, and I can still be a son-in-law of the Richardson family. What about you, Isabelle? What will you lose, do I need to remind you?”

Isabelle’s eyes widened in shock, her head spinning and she staggered back a few steps.

She didn’t expect Jake to confront her like this!

Emma’s just now actions made her feel utterly disgusted, as if she had eaten fly sh*t..