Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 260

“Nanette, you’re here awfully early today.”

Lately, Nanette had been stopping by from time to time. Usually, though, she insisted on her beauty sleep in the mornings and wouldn’t show up until later in the afternoon, just in time to have dinner with Isadora.

But today, Nanette’s tone was frosty as she walked in. “I came here specifically to see you. There’s something we need to talk about.”

Unease prickled at Rowena as she got up from her seat. “Sit down. What’s so urgent that you had to find me first thing in the morning? Why do you look so serious?”

Nanette set her Chanel bag on the table with a careless flick and got straight to the point. “Did you talk to Victor yesterday? And if so, what did you say?”

The question hit Rowena like a slap, and she froze. She tried to play dumb, keeping her voice steady. “Nanette, what are you talking about? I only saw Victor smoking on my way back from the restroom. We barely even spoke.”

But Nanette had spent years in the entertainment industry—she could spot an act a mile away, and Rowena’s performance was paper-thin. Seeing through the pretense only confirmed her suspicions.

“Isadora isn’t like me,” Nanette said coldly. “She’s never guarded herself around you. She never imagined you might change. But I watched you yesterday. I saw everything. You’re interested in Victor.”

Rowena’s composure crumbled. She couldn’t bring herself to meet Nanette’s icy gaze; those eyes felt like knives, slicing right through her.

“And how do you repay her? By trying to steal her boyfriend? It’s disgusting, Rowena. I don’t even recognize you anymore.”

Nanette’s accusations struck a nerve, and Rowena snapped. Her eyes brimmed with tears, red-rimmed and bloodshot as she shouted, “Who are you to judge me? Ever since my family went bankrupt, I’ve fought to pick up the pieces. No matter how hard things got, I kept working, kept trying to survive. But nothing gets better—Abbott keeps coming after me, and I can’t catch a break. What am I supposed to do? Is it so wrong to want a way out?”

“And let’s be honest—men like Victor don’t belong to just one woman. I only wanted to use him to get ahead, that’s all. I was never trying to take anything from Isadora.”

By the end, tears were streaming down her cheeks. She wiped them away with a trembling hand, jaw clenched. “I get it. You and Isadora are on a whole other level now. Things have flipped, and I’m beneath you both. Just admit it: you look down on me. You think I’m not good enough to be your friend anymore.”