Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 207

Isadora glanced over at Wendy's phone and caught the bold headline of the latest news story.

Wendy, always eager for a juicy tidbit, leaned in with a conspiratorial grin. "Get this—the tabloid claims it was Magnus Wainwright himself who tipped off the authorities. But I could've sworn Elise was supposed to be his one true love! Honestly, rich people's drama is just impossible to unravel."

Seeing Isadora's attention, Wendy assumed she was intrigued too.

She swiveled her chair around, scooting closer, ready to spill more gossip. "Isadora, the rumor mill says Magnus has this fiancée who loves him desperately, but his heart's still with Elise. The fiancée refuses to let go, clinging on and making a spectacle of herself. Even when Magnus threw a grand wedding for his old flame, the poor girl just gritted her teeth and endured it for love."

Wendy rolled her eyes. "I mean, isn't that just pathetic? She's like the hopeless side character in every romance novel-the one who just can't move on."

She gave Isadora a sly look. "So tell me, if you were in her shoes, what would you do?"

Isadora hesitated. What was she supposed to say? That she was the pitiful fiancée everyone was gossiping about?

Awkwardly, she forced a slight smile.

Wendy continued, undeterred. "Magnus might be easy on the eyes, but let's be real—he's a total jerk, can't keep his relationships straight. If it were me, I'd go full femme fatale: take him for every cent he's got, teach him a lesson he wouldn't forget, and then walk away as the ultimate boss-lady."

her rant when the office door swung

tall man in a sharply

when did their shabby

looked familiar. She quickly pulled up the

looked almost identical to Magnus Wainwright from

went wide as she stood up abruptly. "Wait...

Wendy's gaze

she remembered, dark circles

unapproachable air, but now there was a faint sadness about him. He just stood there, staring at her, completely

Magnus, then back again, her surprise growing. "Isadora, don't tell me he's

curiosity and excitement written all over

feet, brushing past her colleague. "Come with me," she

hall, stopping at a

the light at his back, Magnus's tall frame cast a shadow that all but swallowed

tone cool.

depth to his stare, as if he were holding back things he couldn't

hair was twisted up in a sleek chignon, and the sharp lines of her professional outfit only made her look more striking. She was as beautiful