When She Ended It With Divorce (Chiara and Titus) novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146

Paul was worried about Titus, so he came early to wait for him. When he saw Titus step out, he quickly got out of the car and hurried over.

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Noticing Titus was walking funny, Paul rushed forward to steady him. “Mr. Goodman, are you alright?”

Paul helped Titus into the car. Titus cast a sideways glance at the Goodman manor, his tone grave.

“Get some people to keep an eye on Eunice and Heather,” Titus said.

“Copy that, sir,” Paul replied, also glancing at the manor. “And what about your grandma?”

Titus closed his eyes and leaned back in the seat, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly. “No need.”

Paul figured Debby was too careful to ever leave any evidence behind.

“Your throat sounds rough, Mr. Goodman. Want some water?” Paul asked.

Titus half-opened his eyes. “Drive me to the cemetery.”

“Yes, Mr. Goodman,” Paul replied.

An hour later, Titus arrived at the cemetery. He stared at the newly placed tombstone and the fresh bouquet of flowers, then slowly knelt down.

Paul just stood quietly to the side, keeping a silent vigil.

Titus knelt before the tombstone, his gaze darkening as he looked at the kind, gentle face of the old man etched into the

stone.

“Grandpa, I’m sorry,” Titus whispered, regret weighing heavy in his heart.

Yves had said Marcus got sick after seeing those photos of Titus and Elaine. He felt it was all his fault.

He was the one who brought harm to Marcus. He couldn’t deny his part in it.

Titus didn’t say another word. He just stayed there, kneeling in silence before the tombstone.

After a long while, Paul hesitantly called out to him, “Mr. Goodman?”

Titus bowed his head for a long time before the grave, then finally stood up.

He took one last, lingering look at Marcus’s photo before finally turning to leave.

Paul also bowed deeply to the tombstone before following after him.

But as he watched Titus’s tall, upright figure walking ahead, Paul couldn’t help but sense a deep loneliness and désolation in him.

Paul let out a long sigh. ‘Seriously, what kind of mess is this?’

Everything had finally started to look up, and then this fatal mistake had to happen.

Just then, his phone started ringing. He glanced at Titus’s back and answered the call.

“Hello?” Paul said.

against me, will he?”

“Just tell the truth,” Paul replied.

Sharon was quiet for a while before letting out a sigh. “Okay, I’ll tell you everything”

“Hang on,” Paul said, handing the phone over to Titus. “Mr. Goodman, it’s Sharon.”

Titus took the phone and slid into the car, his voice coming out low and raspy. “Speak.”

Even through the phone, Sharon could feel his overwhelming aura pressing down on her. She nervously swallowed before she spoke.

“Mr. Goodman… I just found out there’s nothing seriously wrong with Elaine’s leg. She really did fall, but it wasn’t broken, and she didn’t have any surgery. It’s just a ligament strain, she’ll recover in a few months.

“Elaine bribed the local doctor to cover it up and lie about it,” she explained.

Titus’s eyes were so deep, it was like staring into the abyss; cold, unreadable, and downright intimidating.

“And the photos… Elaine really did ask me to take them. I had no idea what she was planning. Her mood’s been off lately, muttering at night, clutching that family portrait.” Sharon paused, unsure if she should continue.

“What did she mutter?” Titus asked.

“She said she didn’t do anything wrong, that she doesn’t regret it. Something about people being biased or unfair, but I didn’t really catch all of it,” Sharon said nervously.

Titus’s gaze grew even colder and more unreadable, his grip on the phone tightening. He spoke slowly, his voice low and dangerous. “Figure out what’s going on, and you can keep your spot in the dance company.”

Sharon felt unexpectedly grateful and relieved. She didn’t care about Elaine, but her own future was everything. She had dreams of her own.

Still, she couldn’t help but blame Elaine for messing up such a winning hand.

Getting on Titus’s bad side was never good. And if Sharon got mixed up in this, the consequences for her could be even

worse.

So, there was no real choice for her. She’d always pick herself.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Goodman. I’ll do everything I can to clear this as soon as possible,” Sharon said.

“There’s something I need you to do,” Titus suddenly added.

She quickly replied, “Just tell me, I’ll make it happen.”

But Sharon’s face went pale when she heard Titus’s words. She gripped her phone tightly, jaw clenched.

“Sure, don’t worry, Mr. Goodman.” Sharon was firm.

After the call ended, Sharon slumped into a chair, feeling completely drained. She took a few minutes to steady herself before finally heading into the hospital room.

Seeing Elaine inside, laughing and chatting with the doctor, Sharon clenched her fists.

But all she could hear in her mind was Titus’s cold, merciless words: “If she doesn’t want to perform, then she doesn’t need

to dance ever again. If she’s ‘broken,’ let her stay in the hospital and don’t let her go anywhere.”

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Sharon wasn’t slow on the uptake, she knew exactly what Titus was getting at.

The ruthless edge in his voice came through loud and clear, even over the phone.

She had no clue what Elaine had done to piss Titus off so badly, but there was no trace of their old connection. He was willing to destroy her career in a heartbeat.

That sent a chill down Sharon’s spine. She’d always thought there was still something real between Titus and Elaine, especially since he’d come all the way to Eldravia for her.

But after what Titus had just said, that clearly wasn’t the case.

Sharon gripped her phone tightly, composed herself, and walked into the room with a practiced smile.

“Hey Elaine, I got you some fruit. Anything you feel like eating?” she asked.

Elaine barely looked up and said, “Cantaloupe, whatever.”

Sharon smiled. “You got it, Elaine.”

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Elaine pretended her leg was broken just to lure Titus to Eldravia, giving herself the perfect opening. In the end, all this mess; Marcus’s death, Heather’s miscarriage, was because of her scheming.

There was no way this debt wouldn’t be settled.

For Titus, if she wanted a broken leg so badly, then maybe her fake injury should become real. If she didn’t want to dance, then she didn’t have to do it ever again.

‘Is this too harsh?’ Sharon thought.

Harsh, no doubt. The only two things Elaine ever cared about were Titus and dancing.

If Titus took one of those away, it was like ripping her world apart.

It was everything to her. After this, whatever was left between them was done for good.

If Titus could break his promise to his wife for his ex, then he could just as easily turn around and do the same to Elaine.

“Mr. Goodman, where to now?” Paul asked.

Titus’s expression was unreadable. “How’s everything at the office?”

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