Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 340

Victor’s sharp gaze swept over Rowena, unmistakable contempt flickering in his eyes.

“Even if you stripped naked in front of me, I wouldn’t feel a thing,” he sneered. “Next time, at least try to make your act convincing.”

Color rose and fell on Rowena’s cheeks—humiliation and anger warring for dominance. She clenched her fists so tightly her knuckles turned white.

“Mr. Fitzgerald, do you really think Isadora is any better than me?” she snapped. “She cheats on you constantly, and now she’s carrying another man’s child! Doesn’t that disgust you? What does she have that I don’t?”

Victor’s expression darkened, his low voice chilling. “You think someone like you has the right to mention my child?”

Rowena stared at him in disbelief. “What?”

Isadora was pregnant with Victor’s child? Then why did the paternity line say ‘unknown’? Had Isadora shown her those documents on purpose, leading her into a trap?

Victor gave a cold, humorless laugh. “Ms. Blaine, do you think I’m too easygoing? That’s why you keep making a scene in front of me?”

Rowena’s mind raced, desperate to pinpoint where she’d gone wrong.

Before she could react, Victor seized her wrist and dragged her to the glass doors at the front of the room.

Without a word, he yanked the doors open. Beyond them stretched a long, ornamental pond, nestled amidst rolling green lawns and pristine gardens—a sparkling ribbon winding past each private dining suite.

“Wait—!”

Her startled scream barely echoed before Victor shoved her straight into the pond.

The chill of the water cut straight to the bone, stealing her breath away. She’d dressed lightly for the occasion, and now her clothes clung to her, nearly transparent.

The sudden splash drew everyone’s attention. Several guests slid open their glass doors, peering out. A few men even whistled.

“Hey, look at that! Mermaid overboard!”

Preston glared down at her. “What did you do this time?”

Seeing him, a spark of inspiration flashed through Rowena’s mind. She threw herself into his arms, sobbing so hard she could barely speak.

The gossiping onlookers only grew more curious.

Preston scooped her up and carried her upstairs to a private suite, tossing her onto the bed.

His voice was cold. “Start talking. What really happened down there?”

Rowena choked back a sob. “It was Mr. Fitzgerald. He said he liked the way I looked and wanted me to spend the night with him. But I told him I belong to you, and I’d rather die than betray you. That’s when he got angry and pushed me into the water…”

Preston’s eyes narrowed. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him, searching her face for any sign of the truth. “Is that really what happened?”