Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 312

Lying on the stark white hospital bed, Isadora stared up at the glaring surgical lights overhead. The cold, clinical glow felt almost icy, as though it were leeching warmth from the room.

Two doctors stood beside her, snapping on their latex gloves. They exchanged a glance.

“Miss Vaughan, are you absolutely sure you want to go through with this?” one of them asked.

“Once we give you the anesthesia, there’s no turning back. Are you certain about your decision?”

“Procedures like this are common these days,” the other doctor added, “but you should know there are still risks—uterine infections, complications with your fallopian tubes, and in rare cases, future infertility. Please think it through.”

Isadora frowned, her patience thinning. “Do all doctors lecture this much now?”

The doctors fell silent, slightly awkward.

Not that they wanted to lecture her. Orders were orders.

But seeing the woman lying motionless on the table, they could only shrug helplessly. They had followed the director’s instructions to the letter.

*

Summit Crest Estates.

In the bedroom, Victor lay sprawled on the bed, a silk sheet tossed carelessly across his hips, leaving his back bare, muscles taut beneath his skin—a picture of masculine allure.

He’d had too much to drink last night.

His head throbbed, splitting with pain.

The phone rang—once, twice, three times—before he finally reached out with a long arm, grabbing it from the nightstand and pressing it lazily to his ear.

On the other end, Finley’s voice sounded urgent. “Victor, where are you?”

“What is it?” Victor’s deep, rough voice was thick with sleep and annoyance.

He rolled over, slinging a muscular arm over his forehead, eyes still closed. The room was pitch black, his body draped in shadows, exuding an austere restraint.

“I just saw Isadora at the hospital.”