Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 515

Hospital.

The hurried slap of footsteps echoed through the hushed corridors, slicing through the oppressive stillness.

Nanette and Finley looked up at the sound, and there, finally, was Victor—the man they’d been searching for all this time.

Victor looked frantic. Veins stood out at his temples, his dress shirt and slacks rumpled and sweat-stained, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. “Where’s Isadora?” he demanded, voice raw. “Where is she?”

Nanette sprang to her feet the moment she saw him, her emotions boiling over. “Victor, what took you so long? If anything happens to Isadora, I swear, you’ll answer to me first!”

Finley gently held Nanette back. “Enough. Don’t,” he said quietly.

He turned to Victor. “Isadora’s still in the delivery room. She hasn’t come out yet.”

Victor’s gaze shot to the closed door down the hall, its red warning light glaring like an accusation.

Every muscle in his body tensed. He forced out the words, his voice tight. “I’m going in. She shouldn’t be alone.”

After a few quick words with the doctor, Finley nodded.

Victor wasted no time—he pulled on a sterile gown, scrubbed his hands, and strode inside.

The delivery room was thick with tension, the air heavy with anxiety.

A sharp, agonized cry cut through the silence.

Isadora lay on the bed, clutching the rails with white-knuckled hands. Sweat beaded on her brow, soaking the hair at her temples, her teeth clenched as she fought through the pain.

Beside her, the obstetrician encouraged her gently, “Mrs. Fitzgerald, just a little more. You’re doing great—one last push!”

Victor’s eyes stung at the sight. His chest ached with helplessness and guilt, and he rushed to her side, gripping her hand tightly in his own.

In that moment, fear and desperation threatened to swallow him whole. He clung to her hand as if it were the only thing keeping him grounded, needing to feel her—to know she was still there.

His lips trembled as he choked out her name. “Isadora! Isadora, I’m here. I’m with you.”

Isadora seemed to hear his voice through the haze of pain, his grip grounding her as she forced her eyes open. There he was—the man she’d longed for.

Her vision blurred with tears.

Victor felt his heart tear in two, the pain sharp and overwhelming. His voice cracked. “We’re never doing this again. Never.”