Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 315

Victor’s dark eyes narrowed, his lips curling with a hint of disdain. “So you’re telling me to just pretend nothing happened? Do you really think that’s possible?”

Isadora turned away, refusing to meet his sharp, piercing gaze. Instead, she fixed her eyes on a patch of windswept reeds outside and asked quietly, “And what, you think you could ever marry me?”

Victor’s brow furrowed. For a moment, he said nothing.

Isadora let out a soft, bitter laugh. She’d expected as much.

What was the point in seeking out humiliation?

Trying to sound casual, she went on, “Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not planning to use this baby to force your hand. The minute I walked off that operating table, I knew exactly what I wanted. I’ll raise this child on my own.”

At that, Victor let out a short, derisive laugh.

“So you’re just cutting the dad out of the picture?”

“Isadora, you really are something, aren’t you?”

She pressed her lips together. “Victor, I only kept my pregnancy a secret because I didn’t want things to get messy. But now that you know, I’m asking—can’t you let me go, for old times’ sake?”

He just stared at her, stone-faced and silent, so she tried again. “With your family name, if you wanted a child, plenty of women would line up for the chance.”

Victor leaned back in the driver’s seat and tossed his pack of cigarettes aside. His gaze flicked to her midsection, his tone sharp. “Why ask me? You should be asking the baby. I’m just the guy whose name goes on the birth certificate—what rights do I really have?”

Isadora fell silent.

The baby inside her couldn’t exactly answer for itself.

“If you get married someday, you have my word—I’ll never bring the child around you, never bother you.”

Victor was starting to get annoyed. The more she spoke of raising the baby alone, the more it sounded like she was trying to cut him out of her life completely.

What, did she want to act like he was dead? Like he never existed, just so she could be a single mom?

Victor gave a harsh, mocking chuckle. “Sounds like you’ve got it all figured out. Maybe you should get a medal for being so considerate of your ex. Hell, why not call a press conference and announce to the world how thoughtful you are?”

She knew he was angry.

When they reached Brocade Heights, Isadora wasted no time. She opened her door, stepped out, and muttered a quick, “Thanks for the ride…”

But before she could finish, the driver’s door swung open too.

Victor stepped out, tall and imposing, one hand in his pocket as he looked at her. “Let’s go.”

Clearly, he meant to walk her to her door.

Isadora waved him off. “There’s no need. I can manage on my own.”

“I’m not walking you up,” he retorted, “I’m making sure the mother of my child gets home safely. What if something happens to you on the way?”

Maybe it was the conversation they’d just had by the river, or maybe it was something else, but his face was still clouded with irritation—and his tone was anything but gentle.