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

Chapter 1 - 1: Husband’s Mistress

1 Chapter 1: Husband’s Mistress

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“Ma’am, you’ve been waiting for several hours, I’m afraid the master won’t be coming back.”

“That’s okay, I’ll wait a little longer.”

In her three years of marriage, she wanted to earnestly celebrate their wedding anniversary just once.

Yet her husband was currently making headlines with another woman.

#World Class Frame! Michael Gallagher personally picks up Isabelle Richardson from the airport, so sweet!#

Isabelle Richardson was her husband’s first love.

Everyone in the world was supporting him in his pursuit to win back his bright moonlight.

But these people didn’t know that Michael Gallagher was already married.

No matter how many calls she made, all she would ever hear was the cold automated message of a switched-off phone on the other end.

In the end, she didn’t wait for Michael Gallagher, but instead received a call from the hospital caregiver.

“Miss Walker, your grandmother’s condition is not good, you should hurry over.”

With an urgent tone in the caregiver’s voice, Molly was sent into a state of tremors with a “boom”.

Quickly throwing on a coat and grabbing her car keys, Molly dashed out the door.

She ran countless red lights on her rush to the hospital, her hands were trembling when she arrived.

She was picked up from a garbage pile by her grandmother; to her, her grandmother was her only family.

Her grandmother was still in the emergency room. Panicking, Molly grabbed the caregiver, asking, “What happened? Wasn’t grandma fine yesterday?”

“I…I don’t know either.” The caregiver hurriedly explained, “Miss Walker, you know me, I have always been devoted to taking care of your grandmother.”

“Then, before grandma fell ill, was there anything unusual?”

“Right! Miss Richardson visited today.”

Miss Richardson?

Isabelle Richardson!

A thunderous “boom” resonated, leaving Molly’s head buzzing and her body chilling.

Isabelle Richardson had no relation to her, she wouldn’t have come to visit her grandmother for no reason.

Molly forced herself to calm down and asked, “Do you know what she said to my grandmother?”

“The door was closed at the time, I was outside and only heard her say that she was getting married to someone. Then your grandmother started arguing with her. When Miss Richardson came out and I went to check on your grandmother, she had already collapsed…”

Molly clenched her fist while leaning against the wall, shaking from fury.

She had always shared good news and kept the bad to herself in front of her grandmother because she was afraid of her finding out about Isabelle Richardson and Michael Gallagher.

But Isabelle Richardson had actually sought her out directly!

The light in the emergency room turned on, the doctor came out.

Her heart jumped violently.

The doctor, fatigued, removed his mask and said, “The patient suffered from acute cerebral congestion. She was probably stimulated, you as her relatives, do make preparations.”

She had contemplated millions of possibilities, but none of them included loss.

The doctor’s words felt like a steel wire around her heart, she forced herself to walk towards the hospital bed.

The only person who had ever been kind to her was now covered with a white cloth, separated from her for eternity.

Gargantuan grief enveloped her, she couldn’t even muster the tears. Clutching her grandmother’s cold hand, she reminisced their shared moments. The warmth of the past had transformed into a relentless hammer, mercilessly pounding into her heart, leaving her gasping for air.

A soft sob escaped her lips, she covered her mouth and slowly slid down the wall to a squat.

After what felt like an eternity, a familiar voice woke her up.

“Molly.”

She slowly raised her head.

The comer was imposing, handsome and extraordinary.

“It’s you…”

She mumbled to herself, her gaze empty: “Grandmother is gone….”

Her only kin had left her behind.

She was hiding in the corner, wearing only thin pajamas, like an abandoned child.

Michael Gallagher’s throat was dry, he slowly crouched down: “Your grandmother wouldn’t want to see you like this if she were still here.”

Molly Walker’s heart was hollow.

Some pain penetrated to the bone marrow. Even though she was breathing deeply, she could not ease the tension and anxiety in her heart.

She numbly watched Michael Gallagher handle everything until they arrived at the funeral home, where she finally regained a little strength.

On the first night of the vigil, an unexpected guest arrived.

Isabelle Richardson walked in, dressed in black clothes, carrying a floral wreath.

This was Molly Walker’s first time seeing her.

In person, she was even more stunning than on television. With her waist-length hair cascading like flowing water and delicate, exquisite features, especially her eyes which seemed as pure as water, emitted an innocent and captivating charm.

She walked up to Molly Walker, her voice clear, “Miss Walker, please accept my condolences.”

Molly Walker was reminded of the caregiver’s words.

Her grandmother had suddenly fallen ill, could Isabelle Richardson really say she had nothing to do with it?

As Isabelle Richardson was turning to leave, Molly Walker called out to her in a hoarse voice, “Miss Richardson.”

“The caregiver said that you visited my grandmother the day she died.”

Isabelle Richardson stood still, a little flustered.

Molly Walker’s voice remained unchanged: “Miss Richardson, you didn’t know my grandmother, why did you go to see her?”

Isabelle Richardson looked innocent, “What are you trying to say?”

“I want to know, what exactly did Miss Richardson say to my grandmother?”

“I had a friend of mine from abroad video call your grandmother and ask her about her condition, that’s all I said,” Isabelle Richardson stated, her lips pouting in affront, “I was trying to help your grandmother.”

“Help her?” Molly Walker scoffed, “You were strangers, yet she had an accident the day you visited her, I think you were trying to harm her, weren’t you?”

“I’m the one who asked her to go.”

Michael Gallagher walked over, his voice low, his eyes deeply dark, “Isabelle’s friend specializes in tumor surgery, he’s very famous abroad.”

“It’s okay, Michael. She just lost a loved one, I can understand her emotional outburst,” Isabelle Richardson said soothingly, leaning towards him, her eyes glistening with tears, “If it makes her feel even a little better, I am willing to apologize.”

“Don’t overthink, it was just a coincidence,” Michael Gallagher said softly, looking at Molly Walker, “I was the one who arranged for her visit, if you want to blame someone, blame me.”

Molly Walker’s face had turned pale, as she tried hard to steady her trembling body.

She clenched her cold fingers, biting her lip.

This man, whom she had loved for so many years, was now bravely shielding another woman.

“Blame you? How can I dare to blame you…” she said with a bitter smile, shaking her head, her eyes, now bereft of tears, were red and inflamed.

Seeing her like this, Michael Gallagher frowned, “You’re tired, I’ll have someone take you to rest.”

“No need,” she said, standing on her own strength, her lips turning white.

Isabelle Richardson’s eyes, pure and translucent, moved her cherry lips. Her clear voice word-by-word fell into Molly Walker’s ears, “If you suspect that I killed your grandma, you can call the police and let them investigate me.”

Investigate?

She had already notified the police, but they told her the surveillance was damaged, there was not enough evidence to proceed, and even suggested that she drop the case after learning of Isabelle Richardson’s famous name.

This made her certain that Isabelle Richardson was the culprit.

What a coincidence that the surveillance was fine just the day before, but happened to break on that particular day?

She knew that the Richardson family was powerful, and finding evidence against them with her limited resources was next to impossible.

But she would never give up, she would find the cause one day.

“Isabelle Richardson, people are watching, and one day, I will make you pay.”

“Molly!” Michael Gallagher’s eyes were sharp, his cold voice warning, “Watch your words.”