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 forward as pain

bear it a second longer, she

left, her back straight

that shook his shoulders. He laughed until

looked back. Not

"Isadora, is your heart really

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

room echoed with the chaos of breaking glass and splintered

the VIP suite in a daze, her whole body

her feet were carrying her, until she

and Genevieve were still waiting

leaned against the wall

open, and a team of doctors wheeled Magnus out on a

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

success. Fortunately, the injury missed his heart by

in tears. "Thank you, doctor. Thank you for saving

finally washed over Isadora, easing

tonight wasn't

The next day.

summoned by the

Carla again-handcuffed, her

ever.

sight of Isadora. She leapt up from her seat as if to lunge at her, but

that? I raised her for twenty years-I'm her mother! Isn't

one of the officers