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.

that time you came back from Europe, your chest bandaged in white but still stained

You looked absolutely awful!

not letting

You hear me?

right now, there's nothing I can do for you. The only thing I

well, that's just how

know your coldness isn't real,

can't even imagine what I'd become

me-wondering why I've got so many crazy

you sad now? Do you feel guilty for

to be

something I want

you don't have

the one who trusts

be the one to

a blade—gentle, yet

both of his, pressing it to his brow. Tears

her sleep, Isadora suddenly felt a warm dampness in

then slowly opened

saw him

face drawn and haggard He

she did, and

eyes lit up the moment she woke, and his low, unsteady voice quivered, "Isadora, you're

struck her. She glanced down at her now-flat belly. "The baby— where is she? Is

drifted into unconsciousness, she'd

bobbed. "Our

shaky breath. "That's good. I

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