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.

beneath her, scrolling absentmindedly through her phone. Every so often, she glanced up at the man

living together for a while; it was simply official now. But it felt

her eye. Someone had posted a photo half an hour

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

Fitzgerald, the best is yet

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

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

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

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

breath, saved the marriage certificate

posted

looking forward to

their wedding

phone exploded with notifications-congratulations

stood, and padded toward

at the stove, tall and broad-shouldered, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal strong, tanned

slipped behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her

paused, sensing

aren't you resting?" he

soft and sweet, just a hint

and warm, Adam's

his shirt. "You haven't said anything to

darkening. His voice dropped, rough and intoxicating,

steamy showers, Isadora sprawled lazily across

messages from