Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 317

Brocade Heights.

The doorbell rang, sharp and insistent, slicing through the quiet.

Isadora assumed it was Victor again, refusing to take the hint. She strode to the door and swung it open, not even bothering to check who was there. “Why are you still here?!”

Nanette blinked in surprise, glancing up and down the hallway before asking, “Who’s still here?”

Isadora realized her mistake as soon as she saw Nanette’s face. “Sorry, wrong person.”

Nanette stepped inside, slipped off her shoes, and flopped lazily onto the living room couch. “Where’d you two go this afternoon?”

Isadora was in the kitchen, filling two glasses with cold water. She handed one to Nanette before answering, “By the riverside.”

Nanette couldn’t help but grin at that. Everyone knew the riverside in Capitolion was where couples went for romantic strolls—or, as the tabloids loved to report, for far more heated rendezvous.

“How romantic,” Nanette teased.

Isadora just shrugged, not bothering to explain that romance had been the last thing on her mind. They hadn’t even gotten out of the car.

“So, is Mr. Fitzgerald planning to step up and do the right thing?”

Isadora thought back to their conversation that evening. Victor seemed willing enough to keep the baby, but the idea of marrying her had clearly never crossed his mind. Not that she blamed him—he already had a fiancée.

The realization made her expression turn colder. “Nanette, I made up my mind on the operating table. I’m raising this baby myself.”

Nanette’s eyes widened in surprise, but then she nodded, not really shocked. If anyone could do it, it was Isadora.

*

Two days later, Eleanor returned from Europe, her “find-yourself” trip finally over. Isadora found herself back at the airport, waiting at arrivals.

She remembered the last time she’d been here, picking up Nanette after her abortion—how quickly things could change in just a few days.

Not far off, Eleanor appeared, pushing her suitcase through the crowd. Isadora waved her over, then took the handle of Eleanor’s suitcase as they headed for the exit together.

A month away had done Eleanor good. The shadows left by Richard’s betrayal had finally faded, and she looked more like her old self again.

Eleanor gave her a warm, gentle look. “Isadora, you’re busy at work. You could’ve just sent a driver. No need to come all this way yourself.”