Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 385

Isadora called out, "Stop."

Terrell hit the brakes and glanced over at her. "What's wrong?"

Staring straight ahead, Isadora's voice was cool and distant. "Mr. Fawcett, I'm sorry, but I need you to get out."

Her words, paired with that frosty look, made everything suddenly clear.

Terrell realized she had only been using him.

A wry smile tugged at his lips.

So from beginning to end, this woman had never given him even the slightest chance—not even a crumb of hope to cling to.

Unable to help himself, Terrell asked quietly, "Isadora, do you really love him that much?"

Her lashes trembled. A single tear slid down her cheek. "Yes. I love him."

It was like a blade driven straight into his chest.

His hands clenched the steering wheel, knuckles turning white.

"Then… should I drive you home?" he managed.

Isadora lifted her head, calm and composed. "No, thank you. I've thought it through. There are more important things in my life right now—love isn't everything."

In Terrell's mind, Isadora had always seemed delicate beneath her beautiful exterior. But in this moment, he realized how wrong he'd been.

She was stronger than he'd ever imagined.

He stepped out of the Mercedes, leaving her in the driver's seat. She didn't look back, not even once, as she slid behind the wheel.

A moment later, the Mercedes purred to life and disappeared down the street.

Terrell just stood there, watching until the car vanished from sight.

***

The heavy scent of blood filled the car.

Victor's shoulder was slashed deep, the wound gaping and oozing fresh blood.

Finley's jaw tightened, but his hands didn't falter as he began cleaning and re-dressing the wound.

Through it all, Victor didn't make a sound—not even a groan.

"You need to be in a hospital," Finley said sharply. "Did you hear me? This cut goes right through your shoulder, and it's about to get infected! The stitches have split open—you need them re-done, right now!"

Victor kept his eyes shut, voice flat and emotionless. "Say another word and I'll throw you out of the car."

"Victor!" Finley snapped—he never called him by name, not even in anger, but today he'd had enough. "Are you trying to kill yourself?"

"I saw the press conference today," Finley continued, his voice shaking. "Once you're better, you need to find Isadora and explain everything to her."

Victor opened his eyes. Tears slid across his lips, his dark eyes empty and hollow. "She's hurting. I just don't want her to be alone anymore."