When She Ended It With Divorce (Chiara and Titus) novel Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Chiara’s breath came in quick, shallow bursts. “Stay out of my business. Let me go,” she demanded, struggling against his grip.

Titus’s eyes caught sight of a faint red mark on her collarbone. His expression instantly hardened into something cold and unforgiving.

“Done pretending to be the perfect wife? Decided to lower yourself now?” he sneered with biting sarcasm.

He roughly grabbed her chin, forcing her face closer to his icy glare. “Do you even realize what could’ve happened if Jeffrey hadn’t shown up today?”

Only then did Chiara’s anger begin to simmer down. Every painful memory flooded back, but she refused to give an inch. “What happens to me is my own business,” she said firmly, unwavering.

Titus let out a derisive snort, a mix of amusement and irritation in his voice. “Trying to play dirty now? You’re unbelievably ungrateful.”

Tears pricked at the corners of Chiara’s eyes, threatening to spill. *Seriously? He just called me ‘playing dirty’?* she thought, heart aching.

But Titus wasn’t done. His voice dropped, sharp and relentless. “Let me make this clear. If Jeffrey hadn’t been there today, by the time I got here, you’d already have been used and discarded.”

“In Halinston, without my protection, you’re nothing but a fragile flower waiting to be plucked. Got it?” Each word landed on her like a heavy blow.

Chiara couldn’t deny the truth in today’s events. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly as tears slipped down her cheeks, falling onto Titus’s hand.

He froze, his fury draining away as he stared, stunned, at the delicate tears resting on his skin.

He had rarely, if ever, seen her cry. Even when her grandfather was on his deathbed, she had remained stoic, never once shedding a tear in front of him.

Those tears felt like fire against his skin. Watching her silently break down, something inside him softened, and he reluctantly pulled her into a close embrace.

“Alright, don’t cry,” he murmured gently. “Maybe I was harsh, but I meant every word.”

Chiara was too exhausted to push him away. “I don’t need your protection anymore, okay?” she snapped, voice weary but resolute.

Now genuinely furious, Titus’s tone dropped to a dangerous low, as if barely containing his rage. “Looks like you won’t learn your lesson until you hit rock bottom, huh?”

Frowning, Chiara bit her lip and shoved him away. “You already agreed to the divorce. Don’t tell me you’re backing out now.”

His eyes darkened, a storm brewing within. Seeing her so anxious tightened something deep in his chest. “Yeah, I’m taking it back. What are you going to do about it?”

“You—” Chiara’s panic rose. “How can you just go back on your word? Are you even a man?”

At that moment, Paul entered with the nurse. Both froze, utterly shocked by Chiara’s sudden outburst.

Titus looked like a thundercloud ready to burst. She had pushed every button he didn’t even know he had. He never imagined she could drive him this wild.

But he wasn’t about to let her off the hook easily. A slow, mocking smirk curled on his lips as he fixed her with a cold stare. “Shouldn’t you be the expert on whether I’m a man or not?”

Paul and the nurse exchanged bewildered glances—was this really the kind of drama they were expected to witness?

Chiara realized he was deliberately twisting her words. Her frustration flared instantly. “That’s not what I meant. Stop twisting my words!”

Seeing her flustered like this actually gave Titus a small, cruel satisfaction. *No way I’m always the one losing it,* he thought to himself.

Instinctively, Chiara reached for her bag. Relief washed over her when she saw the contract and divorce papers still inside.

Titus shot her a cryptic smile. “Those papers aren’t legally binding at all.”

“What do you mean?” Chiara frowned, confusion clouding her face.

Then, it dawned on her. She flipped to the last page—both signature lines were blank.

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