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.

all the years ahead, she would be at his

Then, without warning-

echoed

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

ripped from his

the humans watching could feel

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

"Pudding!"

her wide eyes unblinking with shock. She dropped to

halfway onto her finger, poised between her knuckle and the base,

the ring slipped and fell, rolling

a suffocating tension

sharp scent

and forth, her expression vacant

a shadow clouding his usually

doctors are examining him.

kept replaying the image of Pudding's body convulsing, foam spilling from his

Pudding was

a few years, he might

in such agony, right in front

"What do we

into a tight embrace, his voice rough

away, her voice rising

now? Did you see? He was just holding the ring for us! He was our witness, part

tumbled out, wild and

eyes were bloodshot, his own pain barely contained.

Just then-

room with a couple of

them, her nerves stretched thin. "How is he?