Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 314

She’d heard a little of the commotion outside just now.

Isadora knew—right now, Victor had found out about her pregnancy and the abortion.

Victor’s voice was low and rough, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Isadora lowered her long, curled lashes. “We already broke up.”

Victor’s lips twisted into a bitter smile. “So just because we broke up, I don’t have the right to know? You just got rid of my child like that?”

His words were explosive—instantly, doctors and patients nearby turned to stare.

A flush crept up Isadora’s cheeks.

Getting an abortion was hardly something to be proud of.

“Let go of me.”

When he still wouldn’t release her arm, Isadora blurted out, “I didn’t do it! Okay?”

Half an hour ago, Isadora had been lying on that icy cold operating table.

The two doctors hadn’t stopped murmuring to each other, which Isadora found utterly irritating.

Just as the anesthetic needle hovered over her arm, at the very last second—

Isadora changed her mind.

Maybe it wasn’t sudden. Maybe, deep down, she’d regretted this for a long time.

She’d just kept ignoring her own feelings.

So what if she ended up a single mom?

She had money. She didn’t need the Fitzgerald family for anything—not anymore.

This could be her child, and hers alone.

She could raise the baby just fine.

Inside the operating room, she heard her own voice say, “I’m not going through with it.”

Then she pushed the doctors aside, climbed off the table, and ran out.

Victor’s lashes fluttered at her words. For a moment, a glimmer lit the dark red in his eyes.

“Really?”

Just then, Nanette returned, clutching her thermos after getting hot water, and took in the scene. She pursed her lips.

She wanted to step forward and pull the two apart—but Finley, who’d been standing to the side, blocked her way.

Nanette shot him a frosty look. “Why are you stopping me?”

Neon lights shimmered in the twilight, glimmering like stars across the city’s skyline, painting the riverbanks in dazzling color.

Along the water’s edge, tall reeds swayed in the night breeze, whispering softly.

Victor lowered the convertible top.

The Porsche’s sleek lines and open roof drew glances from passersby.

Victor lounged back in the driver’s seat, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Long fingers fished one out, but after a moment’s pause he shoved it back in.

He tapped the pack absently and spoke, his voice deep and careless, “Why’d you want to get rid of the baby?”

Isadora gazed at the river’s mesmerizing view, her voice distant. “You should be asking if the child is even yours.”

Victor turned, his gaze gentle as it lingered on Isadora’s still-flat stomach. The corner of his lips lifted in certainty. “It’s mine.”

Isadora bit her lip at his words.

“No. It’s mine. Only mine.”

After a few seconds, she drew a shaky breath and met Victor’s eyes head-on.

His gaze was dark and bottomless—just one look and she felt herself being pulled into its depths.

Isadora spoke slowly, “Victor, it’s over between us. Even if there’s a child, it doesn’t change anything.”