When She Ended It With Divorce (Chiara and Titus) novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Chiara tried to shake her head, but as soon as she attempted it, a wave of dizziness overwhelmed her, forcing her to remain still.

Without hesitation, Jeffrey scooped her up into his arms. He then strode out of the room, completely ignoring the stunned crowd behind him.

“M-Mr. Yates…” Howard stammered, his voice trembling.

Jeffrey paused briefly but didn’t bother to glance back. “Good luck, Mr. White,” he said in a cold, detached tone.

Howard sank heavily into his chair, his face ashen and drained of color.

The others around him looked equally frightened, their expressions pale and anxious.

When Titus finally arrived, his face was so dark and stormy it could have frightened the dead—especially when he saw Chiara unconscious in Jeffrey’s arms.

“Give her to me,” he commanded sharply, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

Jeffrey raised a single eyebrow, then looked down at the dazed Chiara with a hint of amusement. “Hey, I’m not going to fight you for her,” he said lightly.

Without hesitation, Titus yanked Chiara from Jeffrey’s grasp, his eyes burning with an almost feral intensity as he stared at her like he wanted to consume her whole.

Jeffrey watched the scene unfold, clearly entertained. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he teased, “You know, I never really noticed before, but Chiara’s seriously gorgeous. No wonder everyone’s after her.”

Titus shot him a frosty glare. “What’s it to you if she’s pretty?”

Jeffrey grinned and raised an eyebrow. “What, you worried I’m going to steal her from you?”

Titus’s face darkened even more as he gave him a warning look. “Stay away from my woman.”

Jeffrey shrugged nonchalantly. Since Titus rarely showed this side of himself, Jeffrey found it oddly entertaining—and couldn’t resist pushing his buttons a little further.

“It’s only interesting because she’s yours,” Jeffrey said with a grin. “But hey, if you ever want a divorce, just give me a heads-up. I’ll be first in line.”

Paul, standing quietly behind them, looked torn. *Mr. Yates sure knows how to get under Mr. Goodman’s skin,* he thought.

Titus’s face grew even more stormy as he shot back, “Keep dreaming.”

With that, he turned on his heel and walked away, cradling Chiara in his arms.

Jeffrey narrowed his eyes, then glanced at Paul, who was about to follow Titus. “What’s going on with your boss?” he asked.

Paul shook his head, his expression complicated and unreadable. “If you want to know, ask Mr. Goodman himself. I’ve got no clue.”

Without waiting for a response, Paul hurried after Titus.

Jeffrey chuckled softly, watching them disappear down the hall. *This is getting interesting,* he thought to himself.

He had always assumed Titus had married some perfect trophy wife just to keep his family satisfied. But tonight had made it clear—things were far more complicated than that.

Jeffrey loved drama—the messier, the better.

He headed to the front desk, requested the lobby security footage, and quickly sent it over to Elaine. He grinned to himself, wondering whether Titus would choose his wife or the other woman.

At the hospital, the doctors worked diligently to pump Chiara’s stomach, but there was already a significant amount of alcohol in her system.

Her cheeks had lost all their healthy color, leaving her looking pale and fragile, almost ghostlike.

Titus stood silently by the window, his gaze fixed on Chiara lying on the hospital bed. She looked utterly miserable, but his expression remained cold and unreadable.

Suddenly, Heather burst into the room, rushing to Chiara’s side. “Chiara!” she called softly.

Chiara was still unconscious; the alcohol needed time to clear from her system.

Heather gently touched her sister’s cold forehead and sighed deeply. She glanced over at Titus and gave a small, grateful nod. “Thank you for today, Mr. Goodman.”

Paul was silent for a moment. “Maybe she wants your love.”

Titus let out a cold, dismissive laugh. “So she’s got me, and now she wants my heart too?”

Paul considered it carefully. The logic made sense, but it still felt wrong.

Before he could say more, he noticed Chiara’s eyelids fluttering.

Just as Paul was about to speak, Titus cut in, his tone icy. “I can give her everything except love. And she’s still not satisfied? Or are all women just this greedy?”

Paul didn’t dare respond. He held his breath as he watched Chiara slowly open her eyes. There was no way she hadn’t heard Titus’s harsh words.

“Uh, Mrs. Goodman, you’re awake,” Paul said, trying to sound casual.

Chiara had actually been conscious for a while, but her head was still spinning, so she hadn’t fully come to yet. Still, every word had sunk in.

Ignoring both men, she checked her IV and yanked it out without hesitation.

Titus’s face darkened instantly. He grabbed her hand firmly, his voice low and sharp. “Are you crazy?”

Chiara looked up at him, her eyes bloodshot and fierce. “Let go of me.”

“You’re not going anywhere,” Titus snapped, his expression grim. “Paul, get a nurse.”

“Yes, Mr. Goodman,” Paul said quickly, practically running out of the room to escape the tension.

Chiara glared at Titus, years of pain and anger exploding inside her. She couldn’t believe that after everything she had given, he had the nerve to call her greedy.

“Let go. We’re getting divorced.”

Titus’s voice was heavy with disbelief. “You made a scene about divorcing me, and now you’ve turned into this mess? Is this really your reason for leaving?”