When She Ended It With Divorce (Chiara and Titus) novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Chiara felt utterly powerless, and in the end, Titus had his way with her. The experience left her feeling drained and vulnerable.

Afterwards, Chiara appeared completely disheveled. Her complexion was pale but tinged with a faint blush, her eyes rimmed as if with makeup, and her lashes trembled delicately—an image that stirred something intense in Titus.

His gaze sharpened as he tenderly brushed the damp strands of hair away from her cheek. Despite still craving more, he recognized that she simply wasn’t up to it this time.

Surprisingly, Titus found himself feeling good—better than usual. Their encounters had always been restrained, but this one was more intense, and he liked that.

Previously, he’d held back because Chiara seemed fragile, but as a man, he preferred a rougher edge to things.

“Are you hungry?” he asked gently, his voice low and calm. “What would you like to eat?”

Chiara didn’t respond, too intimidated to find her voice.

Titus could sense the genuine fear in her eyes. That helpless expression softened his heart, just a little.

He kissed the back of her hand softly, then called out to Lindsay, their maid, asking her to bring some food.

Once the room was tidied, Titus was about to help Chiara freshen up, but his phone rang at that moment.

He answered, listened intently, then frowned. “Got it,” he said curtly.

After hanging up, he glanced over at Chiara, who was lying on the bed with her back turned to him.

Instead of leaving silently as usual, he said, “I need to step out for a while. Lindsay will be here soon.”

Chiara’s eyes flickered briefly, but she said nothing.

Titus watched her for a moment longer before leaving the room.

He figured some space might help her calm down. He knew her well enough to believe she wouldn’t cause a scene.

Only after his footsteps faded and the door clicked shut did Chiara finally open her eyes. She clutched the blanket tightly, tears streaming silently down her cheeks.

When Lindsay entered, she immediately understood what had happened. Setting down the food, she moved closer to the bed. “Chiara, are you okay?”

Chiara stirred weakly, her voice hoarse. “Could you help me get to the bathroom?”

Lindsay had been with the couple for three years, but honestly, it felt like she was more Chiara’s personal caretaker.

Seeing Chiara’s state, Lindsay couldn’t hold back her frustration. “Mr. Goodman is too much! How could he treat you like this?”

“I’m okay,” Chiara murmured, trying to sound steady.

“Where is Mr. Goodman now?”

Chiara remained silent, but Lindsay already knew the answer.

“Unbelievable,” Lindsay muttered bitterly. “He always leaves right after… after that. What does he even think home is?”

‘Just his personal hookup spot,’ Chiara thought, bitterness rising in her chest.

After dinner, Chiara sent Lindsay home and made her way to Marcus’s hospital room to keep watch.

She had practically lived at the hospital these past few years.

Titus rarely came home, and Chiara avoided their house as much as possible. The place felt enormous and cold, and she preferred the hospital’s sterile but familiar environment with Marcus.

Still, no matter how much she wanted to stay, she had to return home at night whenever Marcus was awake.

She pulled out her phone, hesitating over whether to call Heather. Just then, a news alert popped up—one of those random updates she always seemed to get.

Without much thought, she tapped on it. It was Elaine’s latest post.

The photo showed a sea of flowers—so many they spilled over the edges of the coffee table.

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