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.

on the sofa, legs tucked beneath her, scrolling absentmindedly through her phone. Every so often, she glanced up at

together for a while; it was simply

caught her eye. Someone had posted a photo half an

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

the best is

in surprise. Victor almost never posted on social media. The last few times he'd shared anything, it was either a news article about finance or a photo of Pudding, their cat, leaping midair with

there was Pudding- fluffy, proud, and

with an injured leg. But she'd been so dependent on Isadora —every time she brought scraps of food, Pudding would

her eyes. But

the marriage certificate photo to her phone, and exited Victor's

she posted her

looking forward to the future

attached their wedding

exploded with notifications-congratulations

phone, stood, and

sleeves rolled up to

and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek to his solid

paused, sensing

resting?"

she murmured, her voice soft and sweet, just

over his shoulder, eyes gentle and warm, Adam's

circles along his shirt. "You haven't said anything to me

darkening. His voice dropped, rough and intoxicating, "Wife. I love

steamy showers,

messages from friends