Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 336

Isadora found herself seriously considering whether she and Eleanor ought to leave Capitolion behind and start over somewhere new.

On the day of her three-month prenatal checkup, Nanette accompanied her to the hospital.

Isadora sat in the waiting room, filling out a mountain of paperwork. When she reached the line asking for the father’s name, her pen hovered for a moment before she simply skipped it and moved on.

Nanette, sitting beside her, noticed but asked casually, “So, Isadora, that night Victor took you away… did anything happen between you two?”

Without looking up, Isadora kept writing. “No. Nothing happened.”

Nanette rolled her eyes dramatically. “Nothing? Then why did he just whisk you away right in the middle of my birthday? That was the first time you didn’t even blow out the candles at my party!”

Isadora handed her forms to the nurse, grinning. “Oh please, with Scales and Finley practically fighting over who got to stand next to you while you made your wish, I’d say you had plenty of attention. You really are irresistible.”

Nanette snorted. “Sure, let’s see if that charm works on the old lady selling veggies on the corner.”

Isadora laughed. “Scales is a total playboy, but Finley seems like a decent guy.”

Nanette considered that for a moment. “Honestly, Finley does have a better body than Scales. But right now, I’m just not in the mood for romance. I want to focus on my career before I hit thirty. You know, actresses don’t get a long window for these things.”

Soon, the nurse called Isadora in for a round of tests—bloodwork, an ultrasound, an EKG, and more.

About half an hour later, after everything was done, the doctor assured her the baby was healthy. Isadora walked out of the exam room, clutching the black-and-white ultrasound printout.

Nanette hurried over, and the two of them stared at the blurry image in awe, half laughing, half crying.

“Oh my God, look at my little godchild! That’s the cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen!”

Isadora rolled her eyes. “It’s just a blob. What’s cute about it?”

She stopped and looked up. Rowena was waving at her from down the hall, her parents in tow.

Isadora considered ignoring her and turned to leave, but Rowena hurried over and blocked her path.

“Isadora.”

“What do you want?” Isadora’s tone was icy.

Rowena smiled awkwardly. “What brings you to the hospital?”

Isadora’s face was unreadable. “We’re not friends anymore, Rowena. If there’s nothing else, I’d like to go.”

Seeing that Isadora was about to walk away, Rowena blurted out, “Isadora, please—could you keep investing in Seafarer Designs? The company’s about to go under!”