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.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Chiara’s gaze turned cold as Elaine showed up uninvited.

“Didn’t get enough of a slap yesterday? Back for round two?” Chiara said sharply, her voice icy.

Elaine seemed unfazed by the hostility. “I’m sorry about yesterday. I was just being honest—I didn’t mean for your grandfather to overhear.”

“I’m not accepting your apology,” Chiara replied, blocking the doorway. “Leave. Now.”

Elaine didn’t push further. Instead, she had her assistant place some supplements on a nearby chair.

“Alright then,” Elaine said casually. “I really didn’t mean it yesterday. I was just worried, so I came to check on your grandpa. If you don’t care, fine.

“Oh, and this is Titus’s watch—he left it at my place. Can you give it to him?”

Chiara stared at the familiar watch, a sudden tightness squeezing her chest. But she kept her expression neutral.

She looked at Elaine and said, “You two are close enough—you can handle that yourself. I can’t help you with that.”

With that, she turned and headed back into the room.

Elaine drawled, “I’ve got a flight to Harborton in an hour for a show. Won’t be back for days. Titus really loves that watch. Guess you’ll have to take care of it. See you.”

As Elaine’s footsteps faded away, Chiara slowly turned back around. She stared at the watch for a long moment, lost in thought—so much so that she didn’t even notice Paul entering.

“Mrs. Goodman, I’m here to take you home. Mr. Goodman is waiting,” Paul said gently.

Chiara glanced at him, then finally picked up the watch.

Paul saw her action but wisely said nothing.

When Chiara entered the living room, Titus was lounging on the couch—a rare sight during the day, especially at this hour.

She clenched the watch tightly in her pocket and went straight to him. “Did you get the divorce agreement?” she asked, not bothering to sit down.