Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

How did he get his hands on her test results before the doctor even gave them to her?

But Isadora didn't have time to dwell on it. Her heart pounding, she flipped open the envelope.

Her eyes scanned the bold red print: *All normal!*

The tension she'd been carrying for so long finally melted away.

Isadora let out a long, shaky breath.

Victor's striking eyes glimmered with mischief as he smiled, the corners of his lips quirking up. "Told you everything would be fine."

Isadora looked up at him. "Thank you, really."

Victor arched a brow. "That's it?"

She blinked. "What else should I do?"

He leaned in, his warm breath brushing her ear as he murmured, "How about staying with me tonight?"

Isadora felt her cheeks flush. "I have to go home tonight, or my mom will come looking for me."

*

Later that afternoon...

Isadora headed back to the office to finish up some work.

Nanette was nearby, attending a ribbon-cutting ceremony at a luxury boutique, and decided to drop by afterward.

When Nanette walked into Isadora's office, she was carrying two iced lattes. "This is my first time visiting since you became Managing Director of The Vaughan Group," she said with a grin.

Isadora stood up and gestured toward the sofa. "What do you think of the office?"

Nanette took a curious look around. The palette was a sleek mix of gray and white —simple, elegant, professional.

"The Vaughan Group might not have the biggest floor, but the location is prime. And the view's not bad at all," Nanette observed as she sank into the sofa.

They settled in to chat.

Isadora grabbed the taro latte, popped in a straw, and took a long sip. The sweet flavor was pure comfort after weeks of bland, healthy meals.

Nanette shot her a look. "You know you shouldn't have too much-pregnant ladies have to be careful."

Isadora rolled her eyes. "I've been stuck eating so healthy since I got pregnant. I'm dying for a little treat."

"Your mom must be treating you like a national treasure."

Eleanor had been fussing over every meal, making sure everything was as nutritious as humanly possible. Ever at work, she had lunch delivered straight to her desk.

Nanette changed the subject. "You haven't been on set for a while, have you?"

Nanette lounged back, unconcerned. "Nope. That's just how it is for actresses. Last night I even had to schmooze at a dinner with some big-shot investors."

Isadora looked a little worried. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Nanette waved her off. "You're the one having a baby-just focus on that! I can handle myself."

Her gaze fell on the sapphire bracelet on Isadora's wrist.

"Wait, what's with the bracelet? Didn't you return that to Victor?"

Nanette leaned forward, curiosity piqued. "So, what's going on with you two now? I'm dying to know."

Isadora glanced at her wrist and sighed. "Honestly? I don't know."

"What do you mean, 'you don't know"?"

Isadora looked troubled. "I just... I don't know if I should trust him again."

She fixed her gaze on Nanette. "If you were in my shoes, what would you do?" Nanette threw up her hands. "How should I know? I'm not pregnant, and I don't even have a man to get me pregnant! I'm the last person you should ask." Isadora took another long sip of her latte.

Nanette thought for a moment. "Well, if this were a TV drama, the heroine would leave with the baby,

and the guy would be wracked with regret and chase her all over the world."

Nanette grinned. "Aren't you heading abroad soon? Maybe see if Victor will drop everything and follow you. If he does, then you'll know you really matter to him."

Isadora groaned. "You're ridiculous."

"Okay, okay, I'll stop," Nanette said, suddenly more serious. "I can't tell you what to do about your

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relationship. But whatever you decide, you've got my support."

Isadora felt her eyes sting. "Say one more thing like that and I'll start crying. Then it's your fault."

Nanette tapped her gently on the forehead. "If you're that easy to make cry, no wonder Victor has you wrapped around his finger."

"Excuse me, I am not that easy-"noveldrama

"Oh really? Then what is it?" Nanette teased, glancing at Isadora's stomach. "Hey, little one, what do you think? Should your mom give your dad another chance?"