Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 313

Outside the surgical ward in the hospital’s dim hallway, hurried footsteps echoed, low and urgent.

A tall, strikingly handsome man appeared, anxiety etched across his face as he rushed in.

“Isadora!” Victor shouted, his voice sharp and desperate.

His gaze caught on the digital display above the operating room door, the red letters reading, “Surgery Concluding.” For a moment, his eyes went blank, long lashes fluttering rigidly as if he couldn’t quite accept what he was seeing. Confusion and disbelief flickered in his expression, quickly swept away by a storm of emotion.

Just then, the double doors to the operating suite slid open. Several doctors in white coats stepped out, fatigue and caution etched on their faces.

Victor’s brow furrowed deeply. Without thinking, he seized one of the doctors by the collar, his tone cold and fierce. “How is the woman inside?” he demanded.

The doctor, startled and bewildered, thought he was dealing with some kind of madman. “Sir, let go of me! You need to calm down!”

Victor’s eyes were icy, his voice a single, frigid command. “Talk.”

Dangling a few inches off the floor, the doctor broke into a cold sweat, stammering, “Okay, okay—I’ll tell you! The patient just finished surgery. She’s still under anesthesia and needs some time to recover. She’ll be wheeled out later.”

At this, Victor’s hand dropped slowly to his side. His dark eyes were dull, lifeless, as if the very soul had been drained from his body. He looked utterly lost.

The doctor, finally released, nearly stumbled to the ground. Clutching his chest and gasping for air, he muttered under his breath, “He looks like a model, but he’s completely unhinged.”

He hurried to his feet and tugged at his colleagues, eager to get away before the man could snap again.

Victor stood frozen, his posture defeated, eyes clouded with grief. His voice, barely more than a whisper, trembled with pain. “Which of you…did the surgery?”

An older, more experienced doctor, used to scenes like this, stepped forward with a weary sigh. “Sir, I’m sorry for your loss. As doctors, we did try to talk her out of it. But she was adamant about ending the pregnancy. In the end, we had to respect her wishes.”

Victor’s lips twisted into a bitter, self-mocking smile.

Isadora felt the intensity of his gaze burn through her, making her uneasy. Instinctively, she turned to leave.

But in the next instant, Victor’s long strides closed the distance between them. He pulled her into his arms, gripping her so tightly she could hardly breathe, as if he feared she might vanish if he let go.

His arms trembled with the force of his need.

Isadora was enveloped in his familiar scent, pressed against the solid wall of his chest. Breathless, she pushed at him weakly. “Victor, what are you doing? Let go of me.”

After a moment, Victor’s grip loosened, but his gaze only grew darker, the pressure in his stare almost suffocating.

His eyes drifted from her delicate features down to her abdomen, and his jaw clenched once more.

Isadora could feel the tension in his body, muscles strung tight as a bowstring.