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.

tucked beneath her, scrolling absentmindedly through her phone. Every so often, she glanced up at the man moving confidently around the kitchen,

already been living together for a while; it was simply official now.

notification caught her eye. Someone had posted a photo

it open and found herself staring at a picture of their marriage certificate-today's date still fresh on the

the best is yet

he'd shared anything, it was either

scrolled through his feed. Sure enough, there was Pudding- fluffy, proud, and adorable as ever-caught in

a 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 at her with

allowed herself to mourn, tears stinging her eyes. But she wiped them away, reminding herself

deep breath, saved the marriage certificate

posted her

forward to the

attached their wedding photo and hit

exploded with notifications-congratulations pouring in like spring

Isadora silenced her phone, stood, and padded

tall and broad-shouldered, his white shirt sleeves rolled

his waist, pressing her cheek to his solid back and inhaling the clean, soapy scent

paused, sensing

aren't you resting?" he

she murmured, her voice soft and sweet, just a hint

and warm, Adam's apple

fingers traced lazy circles along his shirt. "You haven't

a slow, mischievous smile, his gaze darkening.

and long, steamy showers, Isadora sprawled lazily across the bed,

from friends and