Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 296

There was nothing unusual in the medical report.

But that tiny spot on the scan—Isadora was almost certain it was the embryo.

She stared at it for a long time, biting her lower lip. Finally, she took out her phone and called Nanette.

Nanette was on set filming a night scene, but she managed to pick up when she saw Isadora’s call.

“Isadora, what’s going on?”

Isadora drew a shaky breath, her voice hoarse. “Nanette, I’ve made up my mind. I… I can’t keep this baby. Do you have time in the next couple of days to come with me… for the procedure?”

Nanette was drinking water and almost choked at that. Hadn’t Isadora just promised to think things over carefully? It had barely been two days—how could she decide so fast?

Worried Isadora might regret this decision someday, Nanette stalled for time. “I’m in the middle of shooting an important scene, and the director won’t let anyone off set. I can’t get away until next week at the earliest.”

Isadora pressed her lips together tightly. “Alright. I’ll make the appointment myself then.”

Nanette hesitated. “Isadora, why the sudden rush? Are you sure? Maybe you should give it a bit more thought.”

A bitter smile touched Isadora’s lips. “Nanette, both Victor and I are going to move on with our own lives. This child would just tie us together in ways I don’t want.”

Isadora wasn’t naïve. No matter how much Deanna had pressured her recently, she’d always hesitated to break up with Victor. She had to admit—she’d fallen in love with him.

But if she had this baby, she was afraid she’d lose control, mess up his life, confront him, become someone she didn’t recognize. She didn’t want to turn into that person.

She couldn’t let the child become a chain. She wouldn’t let herself become small and desperate for love.

They were meant to be two parallel lines—no more overlap, no more entanglement.

Nanette sighed. “Isadora, if you still want to go through with it when I get back next week, I’ll go with you. I promise.”

Isadora’s eyes stung. “Thank you, Nanette.”

She hung up.

And the tears finally slipped down her cheeks.

She rested a gentle hand on her stomach, whispering, “I’m sorry, baby. I hope next time, you’ll find a different mom.”

Isadora felt a pang in her chest. She tried to recall what she’d actually left behind at Summit Crest Estates.

Oh. Nearly everything had been gifts from Victor—designer clothes she’d only worn once or twice, expensive Northmarch cosmetics she’d barely used, some toiletries, slippers, towels. Scattered personal things, really, and none of it truly hers.

“You could ask the housekeeper to get rid of it.”

“She’s on leave.”

“And?”

Victor stood in the walk-in closet, one hand in his pocket, the other idly toying with a purple hair clip Isadora used to use. Traces of her still lingered all over the bedroom.

His tone was as lazy as ever. “So, you come do it. I’m tired of seeing it all.”

Isadora almost laughed in exasperation. “I never knew you were such a neat freak.”

Victor glanced at the hair clip, thinking of the way she used to pin her hair up after a shower, exposing the delicate curve of her neck.

“Of course. Exes should disappear from each other’s lives. Your stuff makes it harder for me to forget.”