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.

absentmindedly through her phone. Every so often, she glanced up at the man moving confidently around the kitchen, sleeves rolled to his elbows as he

married. They'd already been living together for a while; it was simply official now. But it felt good -righteously official, as

caught her eye. Someone had posted a photo half an hour

picture of

Fitzgerald, the best is

posted on social media. The last few times he'd shared anything, it was either a news article about finance or

was Pudding- fluffy, proud, and

injured leg. But she'd been so dependent

eyes. But she wiped them away, reminding herself that the

deep breath, saved the marriage certificate photo to her phone, and

she posted her

Fitzgerald, looking forward to the

attached their wedding photo and hit

with notifications-congratulations pouring

her phone, stood, and padded toward the

the stove, tall and broad-shouldered, his white shirt sleeves

her cheek to his solid back and inhaling the

paused, sensing

resting?" he asked,

voice soft and sweet, just

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

his shirt. "You haven't said anything to

mischievous smile, his gaze darkening. His voice dropped, rough and intoxicating, "Wife. I love

long, steamy showers, Isadora sprawled

messages from friends