Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 93

Elise’s face went pale in an instant.

What?

She’d just been scalded by hot water—such a serious thing—and Magnus still wanted to believe Isadora?

Tears welled in her eyes. “Magnus, do you really think I’d hurt myself just to frame her? Is that what you think of me?”

Isadora glanced coolly at Magnus’s stormy expression, then at Elise’s look of utter disbelief. Her own face remained calm, almost indifferent, and her voice was flat, detached. “Believe whatever you want.”

After all, she hadn’t done it. Why should she care whether he believed her? She didn’t love Magnus anymore. His trust—or lack thereof—meant nothing to her now. Did he really expect her to beg for his approval, to fight for credit in his eyes, just like before?

How pathetic. Isadora was done playing that fool’s game.

Having said her piece, she didn’t bother with them anymore and turned to leave.

Magnus, watching her walk away with barely a care, felt a sudden, fierce anger surge up inside him. She really thought she could just walk out?

Without thinking, he lunged forward and grabbed her slender wrist. “Isadora, you’re not going anywhere,” he growled, his voice low and thick with barely controlled rage.

Isadora’s patience snapped. Enough was enough! This damn man never knew his own strength—always grabbing her, never gentle, and now his fingers dug into her wrist again.

She didn’t hesitate. Her free hand swung up and landed hard across Magnus’s cheek.

Smack!

The sharp sound echoed through the room. Elise gasped, stunned. “Isadora, how could you—how could you hit Magnus?”

Magnus barely seemed to register the sting. He just stared at Isadora, eyes wide, as though he couldn’t believe she’d actually hit him—again. His gaze was blazing with fury.

She turned to Elise, her eyes icy and unsettling. Elise shrank back instinctively, unsure what Isadora would do.

“Elise, since you say I splashed you and demand an apology, let’s get it right: I’ll splash you, then apologize.”

With that, Isadora strode over to the coffee table, snatched up a bottle of water, twisted off the cap, and—with one swift motion—flung the cold water straight at Elise.

Elise didn’t even have time to react. Water drenched her hair and clothes, leaving her blinking, soaked, and utterly humiliated.

Arms crossed, Isadora looked at her with clear disdain. “There. Sorry. Is that good enough for you?”

“You want another apology? One splash, one sorry. That’s how it works.”

“What a shame it was cold water this time. If only it had been hot…”