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."

Isadora clenched her fists tight, fighting the urge to glance back, willing herself

second longer,

left, her back straight and

shoulders. He laughed until his eyes stung, until there was nothing left but

even looked back.

"Isadora, is your heart really

hand across the table, sending the

room echoed with the chaos of

in a daze, her whole body

noticing where her feet were carrying her,

and Genevieve were still

against the wall around the corner, hugging

and a team of doctors wheeled Magnus

how's my son? Please,

success. Fortunately, the injury missed his heart by a

you, doctor.

finally washed over Isadora, easing the tight knot

she thought, tonight

The next day.

the

the station, she saw Carla again-handcuffed, her

ever.

leapt up from her seat as if to lunge

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

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