Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 504

In that moment, Victor’s smile was so radiant and heartfelt—it burned with all the warmth of the early morning sun. Isadora felt her eyes sting, emotion welling up as she looked at him.

Her voice came out a little rough. “I think… this is the first photo we’ve ever taken together.”

Victor lowered his gaze, taking in the marriage photo with her. His voice was gentle, magnetic. “If you’d like, from this year on, we can take one every year.”

She shot him a playful look, her eyes bright. “You planning on getting married a lot, then?”

Victor’s dark eyes locked onto hers, deep enough to drown in. He answered, slowly and deliberately, “I only ever want to marry you.”

Isadora couldn’t help herself—she rose up on tiptoe, her lips brushing his ear, her breath warm as honey against his skin. “Victor, you look sinfully handsome in that photo.”

At her words, a flush crept up from Victor’s collar to color his ears.

A little while later, the two of them approached window number eight again.

They handed over the marriage photos they’d just taken.

The clerk checked their paperwork, then affixed the photo to two official-looking burgundy booklets.

With a satisfying click, the stamp went down—heavy, final, official.

Isadora noticed Victor’s hand trembling ever so slightly beside her—just a tiny shake, barely noticeable unless you were looking for it.

She reached out, her slender fingers weaving between his, squeezing tight until their hands were completely entwined.

The clerk handed over their marriage certificates, offering a warm smile. “Congratulations to you both. Wishing you a lifetime together.”

They walked out onto the steps of city hall.

Isadora looked down, studying the two little booklets with their photos inside, marveling at how new and strange it all felt.

So this was what it meant to be married?

She’d gotten used to people calling her “Mrs. Fitzgerald” in everyday life, but seeing their names printed there, side by side, made the reality of being Victor’s wife wash over her in a tidal wave.

Suddenly, Victor reached over her head and plucked the certificate out of her hands.

She looked up to find his obsidian eyes glistening, his expression just a little awkward. “From now on, I’ll keep all the important documents at home.”