Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 505

Brocade Heights.

They returned from city hall in the late afternoon, a hush settling between them as they stepped inside. The moment Isadora crossed the threshold, a strange emptiness crept in. This place—her home for the past year—felt suddenly ill-suited for newlyweds.

And in just a few months, their baby would be born.

Any woman about to become a mother would want to give her child the best possible start; a warm, safe space that belonged just to their little family. Isadora was no exception.

“Do you have any other houses?” she asked, setting her purse on the entryway table.

Victor arched an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Where do you want to live?”

She thought for a moment. “Somewhere bigger, closer to a good school and a hospital, somewhere with easy access to the city. And enough space for two staff members.”

As Isadora listed her requests, she caught Victor watching her, his gaze intent and unwavering.

She touched her face, suddenly self-conscious. “What is it?”

He didn’t look away, his dark eyes glinting as his lips curled into a teasing smile. “You’re… different. There’s something about you.”

She blinked at him, thrown. “Something about me?”

He leaned in, voice low. “You have the glow of a married woman.”

Isadora felt her cheeks flush, warmth blooming up her neck.

Victor pressed a fond kiss to her now-pink cheek, and with a lightness in his step, he disappeared into the kitchen.

Isadora curled up on the sofa, legs tucked beneath her, scrolling absentmindedly through her phone. Every so often, she glanced up at the man moving confidently around the kitchen, sleeves rolled to his elbows as he got to work.

Truth be told, not much felt different now that they were officially married. They’d already been living together for a while; it was simply official now. But it felt good—righteously official, as if she could finally say, “He’s my husband, and no one else can have him.”

Her phone buzzed, and a notification caught her eye. Someone had posted a photo half an hour ago.

She tapped it open and found herself staring at a picture of their marriage certificate—today’s date still fresh on the document.

Caption: “Mrs. Fitzgerald, the best is yet to come.”

Isadora blinked in surprise. Victor almost never posted on social media. The last few times he’d shared anything, it was either a news article about finance or a photo of Pudding, their cat, leaping midair with a toy in her mouth.

Curious, Isadora scrolled through his feed. Sure enough, there was Pudding—fluffy, proud, and adorable as ever—caught in a perfect leap.

She remembered the first time she found Pudding as a child. The kitten had been filthy, barely weaned, with an injured leg. But she’d been so dependent on Isadora—every time she brought scraps of food, Pudding would look up at her with wide, hopeful eyes and wag her tiny tail in gratitude.

The memory made her chest ache. For a brief minute, Isadora allowed herself to mourn, tears stinging her eyes. But she wiped them away, reminding herself that the best way to honor Pudding’s memory was to live happily with Victor.

She drew a deep breath, saved the marriage certificate photo to her phone, and exited Victor’s profile.

Then, she posted her own update.

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