Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 296

There was nothing unusual in the medical report.

But that tiny spot on the scan—Isadora was almost certain it was the embryo.

She stared at it for a long time, biting her lower lip. Finally, she took out her phone and called Nanette.

Nanette was on set filming a night scene, but she managed to pick up when she saw Isadora’s call.

“Isadora, what’s going on?”

Isadora drew a shaky breath, her voice hoarse. “Nanette, I’ve made up my mind. I… I can’t keep this baby. Do you have time in the next couple of days to come with me… for the procedure?”

Nanette was drinking water and almost choked at that. Hadn’t Isadora just promised to think things over carefully? It had barely been two days—how could she decide so fast?

Worried Isadora might regret this decision someday, Nanette stalled for time. “I’m in the middle of shooting an important scene, and the director won’t let anyone off set. I can’t get away until next week at the earliest.”

Isadora pressed her lips together tightly. “Alright. I’ll make the appointment myself then.”

Nanette hesitated. “Isadora, why the sudden rush? Are you sure? Maybe you should give it a bit more thought.”

A bitter smile touched Isadora’s lips. “Nanette, both Victor and I are going to move on with our own lives. This child would just tie us together in ways I don’t want.”

Isadora wasn’t naïve. No matter how much Deanna had pressured her recently, she’d always hesitated to break up with Victor. She had to admit—she’d fallen in love with him.

But if she had this baby, she was afraid she’d lose control, mess up his life, confront him, become someone she didn’t recognize. She didn’t want to turn into that person.

She couldn’t let the child become a chain. She wouldn’t let herself become small and desperate for love.

They were meant to be two parallel lines—no more overlap, no more entanglement.

Nanette sighed. “Isadora, if you still want to go through with it when I get back next week, I’ll go with you. I promise.”

Isadora’s eyes stung. “Thank you, Nanette.”

She hung up.

And the tears finally slipped down her cheeks.

She rested a gentle hand on her stomach, whispering, “I’m sorry, baby. I hope next time, you’ll find a different mom.”