Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 285

Isadora stared at the angry red mark on the man's face, her lips parting as if to speak.

She wanted to tell him it was an accident.

But before she could get the words out, his voice-sharp and furious-cut her off.

The apology she'd been about to offer withered on her tongue.

For a moment, Isadora thought, maybe this was for the best.

They were breaking up anyway. There was no point in pretending to leave things on a good note.

She shoved him off her, rose from the bed, and stood with her slim back turned stubbornly toward him.

But her composure was short-lived. Tears blurred her vision, her eyes burning as each drop fell silently down her cheeks.

When she finally spoke, her voice was hoarse and strained. "Three months are up."

"Victor, let's not contact each other again..."

She'd practiced this goodbye a hundred times in her mind, rehearsing how to walk away with dignity, how to make it graceful and civilized.

But she'd never imagined it would end like this.

Isadora thought she'd be able to walk away without looking back. Yet the moment she turned, she was already crying uncontrollably, her resolve shattered.

Even now, she couldn't keep the tremor out of her voice. "And thank you... for looking after me these past few months."

fighting the urge to glance back, willing herself

bear it a second longer, she ran out

as she left,

he laughed a hollow, bitter sound that shook his shoulders. He laughed until his eyes stung, until there was nothing left but

looked back. Not

wiped his eyes roughly. "Isadora, is your heart really still

moment later, he swept his hand across the table, sending the medical supplies crashing to the

with the chaos of breaking glass and splintered

Isadora left the VIP suite in a daze, her

her feet were carrying her, until she found herself just outside the surgery

and Genevieve were still waiting

She leaned against the wall around

doors swung open, and a team of doctors wheeled Magnus out

crying out, "Doctor, how's my son? Please, tell me he'll be

replied, "The surgery was a success. Fortunately, the injury missed his heart by a fraction;

down in tears. "Thank you, doctor. Thank you

washed over Isadora, easing

least, she thought, tonight

The next day.

was summoned by the police to give

Carla again-handcuffed, her eyes

ever.

leapt up

What crime is that? I raised her for twenty years-I'm her mother! Isn't it a mother's right

one of the officers