Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 287

Isadora blinked, her eyes wide and unfocused, as if she hadn’t quite processed what the doctor was saying.

“What did you say?” she managed, her voice barely above a whisper.

The doctor, calm and professional, repeated, “Miss, your body is very weak right now. In the first three months of pregnancy, it’s important to get plenty of rest, or there’s a risk of miscarriage.”

Preg…nant?

The word crashed through Isadora’s mind like a thunderclap, leaving her reeling. How could this be?

She shot upright in bed, staring at the doctor, desperately searching his face for some sign that this was all a mistake.

“Doctor, are you sure?” she demanded, her voice trembling. “Can you check again? How could I possibly be pregnant?”

The doctor held up a printout. “We already ran two tests while you were unconscious. Here’s your ultrasound. The results are clear.”

Isadora took the sheet, her hand shaking. She stared at the grainy black-and-white image, then down at her stomach in disbelief. This couldn’t be happening.

Victor and I… we already broke up.

That thought hit her like a punch to the gut. Her fingers curled into a fist, her face turning even paler as reality set in. This was the last thing she’d expected, and she had absolutely no idea what to do next. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and fear.

The doctor spoke again, gently but firmly. “What about the child’s father? You’ll need to start regular checkups now. It’s best if you stay in the hospital for a few days, just to be safe. You should call the father to help with the admission paperwork.”

Isadora bit her lip, hesitating. “Doctor… is there any way I don’t have to keep this baby?”

Finally, the doctor gave her a second, more careful look. Isadora was strikingly pretty, with bright, intelligent eyes and perfect features, but right now, she looked ghostly pale, her shoulders hunched in on themselves, hands clenched tight in her lap—a picture of misery.

“Having a child is a blessing,” the doctor said softly. “You should treasure this. There are so many people who want a child and can’t have one.”

Isadora seemed to shrink even further, as if she might collapse right there on the bed.