Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

I looked online and saw so many photos of newborns-wrinkled, scrunched-up,

honestly not very cute at all.

I really hope our baby is a beautiful little angel.

Forgive me for being so shallow, okay?

Anyway, I'm getting off topic.

That day, Nanette and I went to The Fitzgerald Group. I was standing by the door when I overheard what you said.

You said...

At this point, Victor noticed the dried streaks of tears on the letter.

He knew-his Isadora must have cried her heart out writing these words.

A crushing ache tightened around Victor's chest. His lips trembled, tears slipping

from reddened eyes and falling silently onto the page.

After a long moment, Victor forced himself to keep reading.

It's not true that I don't mind.

But I believe in your love for me.

So I guessed-you must have said those things on purpose, right?

That's why, more than being upset, I felt worried and uneasy.

from Europe, your chest bandaged

You looked absolutely awful!

not letting you

You hear me?

for you. The only thing I can

that's just how women

know your coldness isn't real, my heart still aches, little

what I'd become if

want to scold me-wondering why I've

you sad now? Do you feel guilty for making me

then, here's your punishment: you have to be good to me for

something I want to

you don't have to tell me

be the one who

the one

like a blade—gentle, yet sharp enough to

slender hand in both of his, pressing it to his brow. Tears streamed from his fingers,

felt a warm dampness

then slowly opened

saw him sitting

bloodshot, face

than she did, and she'd just

woke, and his low, unsteady voice quivered, "Isadora, you're

struck her. She glanced down at her now-flat belly. "The

drifted into unconsciousness, she'd heard the doctor

bobbed. "Our

shaky breath. "That's good. I want to see

eyes so full of things unsaid. "You will. As soon as the nurse finishes feeding her,