When She Ended It With Divorce (Chiara and Titus) novel Chapter 100

**Silent Roads Remember**
**by Sawyer**
**Chapter 100**

Chiara lifted the hem of her skirt, her mind preoccupied as she made her way to the restroom. Unbeknownst to her, a pair of eyes lingered in the hallway, following her every step with a predatory intensity.

Once she entered the ladies’ room, a wave of dizziness crashed over her, more potent than before. She hurried to the sink, cupping her hands beneath the cool, running water. As she splashed her face, she hoped the refreshing touch would clear the fog clouding her mind.

Yet, something felt terribly wrong.

Glancing up at her reflection in the mirror, Chiara’s heart sank. Her cheeks were flushed, her limbs felt like lead, and the edges of her vision began to blur ominously.

Then it struck her like a lightning bolt—the champagne she’d been sipping must have been laced with something. Panic surged through her veins.

Biting her lip, she turned to exit, desperate to find someone—anyone—who could help. But just as she reached for the door, it slammed shut behind her with a force that sent a jolt of fear through her.

She whirled around, her heart racing as she tried to focus on the figure that had just entered. But her vision was still too hazy to identify him clearly.

However, the man’s attire suggested he was no ordinary patron. He exuded an unsettling aura that made her stomach churn.

Leaning against the sink for support, Chiara felt her knees weaken beneath her. “Who are you? Don’t come any closer!” she managed to utter, her voice barely a whisper, thick with trepidation.

The man’s gaze was laser-focused on her, a predatory glint in his eyes as he took deliberate steps forward. “Chiara, I’ve been watching you for a long time. I really like you, I promise. Just be mine, will you?” he said, his voice heavy with longing and something darker.

Goosebumps erupted on Chiara’s skin at his words, a shiver of revulsion coursing through her. She fought to remain conscious, biting down on her lip until she tasted the metallic tang of blood. “I don’t know you! Stay away from me!” she shouted, her voice trembling with fear.

As he advanced, Chiara stumbled backward toward the door, her steps shaky and unsteady. But before she could reach it, he pressed her against the wall with a force that stole her breath.

“Don’t hide from me, please. I know I’m not good enough for you, but I can’t help it. I’m obsessed with you. Just this once, let me have you. You smell so good, baby…” he murmured, his words dripping with a sickening desire that made her skin crawl.

Revulsion twisted in Chiara’s gut, but her body felt like it was made of lead, unable to resist. Panic surged, and her voice quivered as she cried out, “Don’t touch me! If you dare lay a hand on me, he’ll make you pay!”

The man chuckled darkly, a sleazy mockery of her fear. “Heh, who’s he? Your boyfriend or something?” His tone dripped with disdain.

Chiara gritted her teeth, the stench of alcohol and cheap cologne almost overwhelming her senses. Disgust twisted her features. “I don’t care who you are. If you back off now, nothing will happen to you. But if you don’t, you’ll be in serious trouble!” she warned, her voice shaky but laced with a fierce determination.

Yet, the man remained unfazed. The drugs swirling in her system dulled her threats, making them sound weak and unconvincing. If anything, it only fueled his twisted excitement.

The unmistakable sound of a belt being unbuckled echoed in the small restroom, and Chiara’s heart plummeted into her stomach.

She bit down hard on the tip of her tongue, the sharp pain jolting her back to reality. In a surge of adrenaline, she headbutted him with all her strength.

The man yelped, releasing her as he staggered back, clutching his forehead. “Shit…” he hissed, his face contorted in pain.

Chiara seized the moment and bolted for the door again, her heart racing. But he recovered quickly, storming after her, grabbing her arm and dragging her back with a brutal grip.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going? You’d better behave, or I’ll show you what happens when you don’t listen!” he snarled, his voice thick with menace.

With a violent shove, he pushed Chiara back against the wall, fumbling with his clothes and belt in a frenzy.

Terror surged within Chiara, and she couldn’t hold back the tears streaming down her face. The realization of what was about to happen crashed over her like a wave.

“I’m Mrs. Goodman! Titus Goodman is my husband! If you dare touch me, he’ll make you regret it! Let me go!” she screamed, her voice trembling with fear as desperation clawed at her throat.

The man hesitated for a moment, then erupted in mocking laughter. “Mr. Goodman is your husband?” he scoffed, disbelief etched across his features.

“Yes, I’m his wife! Please, let me go…” Chiara begged, her voice cracking under the weight of her fear.

“I’ve been working at Goodman Group for five years. You think I’m an idiot? Mrs. Goodman? Mr. Goodman isn’t even married. Where would he get a wife? You little bitch, trying to mess with me? Let’s see how I deal with you!” he snarled, his eyes darkening with rage.

In that moment, Chiara’s defenses shattered completely. She could no longer contain the scream that erupted from her throat. “Titus Goodman! Titus Goodman, save me!”

“Titus!” she managed to choke out, but the man cut her off, his voice a low growl. “Shut the fuck up! You trying to get everyone in here to watch me mess with you?”

Meanwhile, in the hall, Titus scanned the crowd, his heart pounding as he searched for Chiara. He turned to Paul, his voice low and urgent. “Give me a moment.”

Paul immediately waved Queenie over, his expression serious.

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