Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 495

"I do."

With a radiant smile, Isadora's eyes shone with unshed tears. Her voice trembled ever so slightly as she uttered those three words.

How could she ever say no?

After all, she was being granted the most precious wish of her life.

Victor's heart thundered in his chest at her answer.

He rose slowly, emotion swirling deep in his gaze. For a fleeting moment, his eyes glistened with tears-the sheer force of his joy and excitement impossible to hide. Their eyes met and locked.

In that silent exchange, they both understood: from this moment on, they would walk through life hand in hand.

The guests erupted in a roar of applause and cheers as the bride accepted, the atmosphere almost boiling over with excitement.

Nanette threw herself into Finley's arms, burying her face in his chest.

God, this was just too damn moving!

Victor opened the velvet box and drew out a sapphire engagement ring. His

knuckles whitened as he held the dazzling jewel between his fingers.

He gently took Isadora's slender hand in his, ready to slide the sapphire ring onto her finger.

As if, in that instant, he was binding her to his side forever.

She was already carrying their child.

Now, she would truly become his wife.

ahead, she would be

Then, without warning-

thud echoed through the

been sitting nearby, suddenly collapsed, frothing at the mouth. His eyes rolled back wildly, his body limp as he fell to the floor,

ripped from

watching could feel

matter of seconds, Pudding's writhing stilled; he lay motionless on the cold,

"Pudding!"

her wide eyes unblinking with shock. She

her knuckle and the

clatter, the ring slipped and fell,

the hospital hallway, a suffocating tension

and sharp scent of antiseptic filled

forth, her expression vacant and

nearby, jaw tight, a shadow clouding his usually handsome

her hand. "Isadora, the doctors are

the image of Pudding's body

knew Pudding

few

this. Not so suddenly, not in such agony, right in front of

red. She murmured over and over, "What do we do? What

embrace, his voice rough with

pushed him away, her

much pain he was in just now? Did you see? He was just holding the ring for us! He was our witness, part of our story how could he just

words tumbled out, wild and

were bloodshot, his own pain barely contained. "I saw

Just then-

room with

thin. "How is he? Is Pudding going to be