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

Seeing Isabelle’s smug expression, Emma clenched her teeth, her nostrils filled with anger.

“You’re pregnant?”

“I didn’t expect someone who doesn’t read much to know so much about the law.” Isabelle’s pink lips curved into a wicked smile, like a winged little devil, “Why don’t you try to guess how likely it is that the baby in my belly is Jake Smith’s?”

In Orientopia’s law, there is a provision that if a criminal is pregnant, regardless of whether the baby is born or not, she will not be sentenced to death, as though her life were spared merely because the child in her belly is innocent.

It’s been just over a month since the live streaming incident, but it’s not impossible that she could be pregnant.

Just thinking about Isabelle carrying Jake’s child made Emma feel nauseous.

At first, she was angry at the injustice of the law, but then her mom told her that the ultimate goal of the law was not to take lives, but to deter crime.

She remembered this provision vividly, but she never thought Isabelle would exploit such a loophole shamelessly.

“Isabelle, you did it on purpose, right? You knew you’d end up in prison, so you planned the timing of your pregnancy.”

“Yeah.” Isabelle wore a playful smile, the delight in her eyes like a sharp dagger tearing apart her previous facade. She flicked her hair off her forehead and smiled proudly, “Can’t help it, us women have this privilege!”

Isabelle’s triumphant demeanor made Emma’s chest hurt.

So angry, too angry.

Emma finally understood why Ivy Thompson wanted to execute Isabelle. A woman like her was simply a pollution to the air just by being alive.

Isabelle was more than just bad; she challenged the limits of human nature and danced on the bottom line, disgustingly so.

Emma clenched her fists, her head spinning with anger when suddenly, a crisp voice cut in:

“Pregnant? You wish.”

Emma suddenly looked up, not even realizing when someone had started standing next to her.

“Ivy Thompson!”

“Molly Walker ”

Molly wore a white down jacket, her hair hanging loose on either side of her cheeks, exuding a gentle aura amidst her beauty.

Her clear and radiant eyes landed on Isabelle as she flashed a playful smile, “Don’t worry, you can’t possibly be pregnant.”

Isabelle’s smug smile froze, her face turning ashen.

“What do you mean?” Isabelle’s heart skipped a beat.

Seeing Isabelle at a disadvantage, Emma laughed delightedly, “Isabelle, could it be that you really aren’t pregnant and just spouting nonsense?”

Pretending to be pregnant wouldn’t work, but this could be a possibility with Isabelle.

Isabelle’s face stiffened.

Indeed, she hadn’t done a proper blood test. Her period was just delayed, and she felt a heaviness in her lower abdomen, just like when she was pregnant with Bailey. She was prone to getting pregnant and had intentionally tried for it, so she thought there was a good chance she was pregnant.

Seeing Molly’s certainty, she couldn’t help but feel a bad premonition.

“Why do you say that I can’t possibly be pregnant?” She stared intently at Molly, her voice trembling.

She had tried so hard, sleeping with different men, turning herself into someone she utterly despised, just to exploit this loophole.

Thinking of those dirty days and nights, Isabelle’s eyes reddened.

If she weren’t pregnant, what would she face?

Execution, capital punishment!

For the first time, Isabelle felt fear from the prospect of death.

Molly’s eyes lifted slightly, her smile easy and carefree, “Whether you’re pregnant or not, you need to be tested. I took the liberty of bringing you a gift this time.”

She raised the bag in her hand, and through the transparent plastic, one could see rows of pregnancy test sticks.

She really came prepared!

Isabelle felt cold sweat on her back.

“Miss Thompson, how can you be so sure she’s not pregnant?” Emma was extremely curious.

With Isabelle’s expression, it seemed she herself wasn’t certain whether she was pregnant or not. How could Molly be so sure?

“A person who takes contraceptive pills every day, how could she possibly get pregnant?”

Taking contraceptive pills every day?!

Isabelle Richardson was stunned.

When did she take contraceptive pills?

“Molly Walker, what have you done to me?” Isabelle’s heart sank to the bottom, her lips quivered, and her body trembled like a sieve.

Taking contraceptive pills every day, let alone getting pregnant, she might not be able to get pregnant for her whole life.

Molly stood there, her eyes clear, her scarlet lips slightly curled, revealing a translucent crystal glow.

“I didn’t do anything, just replaced your daily nutritional supplements with contraceptive pills.”

Isabelle paid great attention to her internal and external maintenance, and she took dozens of nutritional supplements daily.

After learning that Isabelle had caused her grandmother’s death, Molly secretly replaced one of Isabelle’s usual nutritional supplements with contraceptive pills for fear that Isabelle would take advantage of the situation.

Although the contraceptive pills were not strong, they were enough to prevent Isabelle from having a baby.

Thinking that the supplements she took every day were mixed with contraceptive pills, Isabelle felt a heavy blow in her head and almost fainted on the spot.

“Ivy Thompson, you are disgusting ”

Isabelle never imagined that Molly had calculated her plan so early and even poisoned her supplements.

She paid great attention to internal and external maintenance. When she was at Richardson’s family home, she had facial and body treatments every day. After being driven out of the Richardson family, she did not stop taking her medication.

Those supplements were packed in a small box, which she carried with her wherever she went.

She never thought there would be contraceptive pills in them.

“You’re disgusted now?” Molly raised her eyelashes lightly, looking at Isabelle indifferently, her voice gentle but detached, “When you slept with so many men, why didn’t you find it disgusting then?”

In recent times, Isabelle had been engaged in a certain activity daily with different men, all to get pregnant.

Just as she guessed, to survive, there was nothing Isabelle wouldn’t do. To get pregnant, not only did she sleep with Jake Smith and Xavier Gallagher, but she also turned herself into a socialite.

Recalling those dark days, Isabelle shuddered, feeling unprecedented grievances and sorrow.

It’s all gone, all gone.

All her efforts were wasted.

As she thought of those disgusting men pressing down on her, Isabelle felt nauseated.

She bit her lower lip tightly, with a painful lump in her throat.

“You hid it very well.”

She always thought she had the upper hand, watching everything and doing so many bad things, not realizing it was all observed by someone else.

“Mutual,” said Molly, the corners of her mouth glancing lightly, her eyes full of coldness, “Pigs need to be fattened before they can be slaughtered.”

Isabelle’s face was pale, her tears swirling in her eyes.

She never thought that Molly had always been disguising herself.

She watched her every move and was even able to replace her medication without anyone knowing.

Molly hadn’t sent her to prison right away; instead, she was fattening her up, waiting for the right time to strike.

Isabelle laughed, her tears falling straight down, “If Michael was here, he would regret marrying you.”

“Michael said you were innocent and had no schemes, and even after divorcing, he wanted to give you property. He loved you and protected you. Hahaha you’re not innocent, you’re too scheming!”

“If he knew how scheming you are, he would regret marrying you. Ivy Thompson, you don’t deserve to be his wife!”

Isabelle was so emotional that she almost collapsed, each of her words hitting Molly’s heart.

Molly lowered her eyelashes, feeling as if a big boulder weighed down her heart.

She knew all along that Michael Gallagher married her because her background was clean. A person with a clean background could ensure he had nothing to worry about.

Isabelle was right, if Michael knew she was part of the “W” organization, he would not have married her.

Unfortunately, there are no ifs