Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 78

Seeing Isadora sobbing uncontrollably, everyone assumed she must've been badly hurt in the accident.

Someone rushed over, anxious. "Are you alright? Did you get hurt somewhere?"

Isadora had scraped her leg; blood trickled down her shin. But what stung far more was the future she saw slipping away into darkness.

She just kept crying, her voice breaking. "My college... It's gone. I lost it all."

Later, to make up for hitting her, Magnus promised he'd replace her lost college acceptance letter.

Isadora didn't believe him. Who would?

But the next day, to her utter shock, the dean of the most prestigious university in the city arrived in person, letter in hand.

In that instant, Magnus—and that acceptance letter-became the salvation of Isadora's seventeen-year-old life.

A year later, she started college. While working a part-time job, she ran into Magnus again.

Isadora had never chased after anyone before. If you could even call it "chasing❞—it was more like offering her heart, raw and sincere, to the boy she'd fallen for at seventeen.

Until one day-

pulled up in his Rolls-Royce, finally stopping right in front

window rolled down, revealing his cool, distant

here for me every day?

blushed. "I-I don't mean anything by it. I

"You like me?"

"... Yeah."

barely a whisper,

her for a long moment before asking, "How long do you

meeting his

"Forever."

away the

Magnus. For five years, I've loved you with everything I have. I gave

for granted. You assume I'll always be waiting in the wings for you. In your eyes, my love must be worthless-how else could

voice shook-not just because of the man in front of her, but because remembering five years of heartbreak and effort brought

eyes.

brow furrowed, irritation flickering

already promised to make her Mrs. Wainwright. What more could she possibly

always pay attention to her feelings? Because he

fight

point. Every time they fought, it ended the same way: harsh words,

frustration, he said, "Isadora, fine, fine—it's all my fault, okay? Let's just go