Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 505

Brocade Heights.

They returned from city hall in the late afternoon, a hush settling between them as they stepped inside. The moment Isadora crossed the threshold, a strange emptiness crept in. This place-her home for the past year-felt suddenly ill- suited for newlyweds.

And in just a few months, their baby would be born.

Any woman about to become a mother would want to give her child the best possible start; a warm, safe space that belonged just to their little family. Isadora was no exception.

"Do you have any other houses?" she asked, setting her purse on the entryway table.

Victor arched an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Where do you want to live?"

She thought for a moment. "Somewhere bigger, closer to a good school and a hospital, somewhere with easy access to the city. And enough space for two staff members."

As Isadora listed her requests, she caught Victor watching her, his gaze intent and unwavering.

She touched her face, suddenly self-conscious. "What is it?"

He didn't look away, his dark eyes glinting as his lips curled into a teasing smile. "You're... different. There's something about you."

She blinked at him, thrown. "Something about me?"

He leaned in, voice low. "You have the glow of a married woman."

Isadora felt her cheeks flush, warmth blooming up her neck.

Victor pressed a fond kiss to her now-pink cheek, and with a lightness in his step, he disappeared into the kitchen.

she glanced up at the man moving confidently around

was simply official

notification caught her eye. Someone

picture of their marriage certificate-today's date still fresh on the

Fitzgerald, the best is yet to

never posted on social media. The last few times he'd shared anything, it was either a news article about finance

scrolled through his feed. Sure enough, there was Pudding- fluffy, proud, and

child. The kitten had been filthy, barely weaned, with an injured leg. But she'd been so dependent on Isadora —every time she brought scraps of food, Pudding would look up

minute, Isadora allowed herself to mourn, tears stinging her eyes. But she wiped them

certificate photo to her phone, and exited Victor's

she posted her own

"Mr. Fitzgerald, looking forward to the

attached their wedding

instantly, her phone exploded with notifications-congratulations pouring in like spring

phone, stood, and padded toward

tall and broad-shouldered, his white shirt sleeves rolled

slipped behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek to his solid back and inhaling the clean, soapy

paused, sensing

resting?" he

her voice soft and sweet, just a hint

glanced over his shoulder, eyes gentle and warm, Adam's apple bobbing as her words washed

shirt. "You

a slow, mischievous smile, his gaze darkening. His voice dropped,

after dinner and long, steamy showers, Isadora sprawled lazily across the bed, fielding

messages from