When She Ended It With Divorce (Chiara and Titus) novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4

When Chiara uttered the word “divorce” once more, Titus felt the sharp edge of his anger dulling, no longer igniting as fiercely as it had before.

He leaned back against the sofa, his gaze steady and calm as it locked onto her serious expression. A faint, almost teasing smile curved his lips as he spoke, his voice laced with a hint of sarcasm. “So, you’re actually serious about this?”

Chiara’s fingers clenched tighter around the watch she held, a symbol of the quiet resolution she longed for between them.

Three years of swallowing her pride had already worn down her sense of dignity. At this point, another blow wouldn’t change much.

She lowered her head slightly, adopting a humble posture. Even her voice was soft and tentative. “I don’t see any point in continuing like this.”

Titus narrowed his eyes, the shadows deepening in their depths. “No point, huh?”

Leaning forward, Chiara carefully placed the watch on the coffee table, right where he couldn’t miss it.

Her tone was gentle but carried a sharp, icy undertone. “I was never the woman you truly wanted. I could never fill that empty space inside your heart.”

The darkness on Titus’s face grew heavier. He struck a match, the sharp click of the lighter against the table ringing out in the quiet room.

There was no one else around—not even Lindsay. The villa felt deserted, as if the world had shrunk down to just the two of them.

Chiara waited, the silence stretching endlessly, but Titus remained silent. When she finally looked up, she found him still watching her intently.

He exhaled a lazy smoke ring, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. His long fingers drummed deliberately on the cigarette.

“I married you to satisfy my body. As for my heart…” His voice was low, rough, and heavy with unspoken meaning.

Rising from the sofa, Titus crossed the room and lifted her chin with the hand holding the cigarette.

“So, you’re saying you want more than my money? You want my heart?” His voice was calm but carried a chilling edge.

Chiara’s eyes widened in surprise, and she hurried to deny it. “No, I never—”

“Shh,” Titus cut her off, his finger brushing softly yet firmly against her lips. She fell silent.

“You’ve been Mrs. Goodman so long, you’ve forgotten how things really work here. Trying to provoke a reaction from me?”

She wanted to scream, “No! I stopped hoping you’d care years ago. I’m not trying to mess with you.”

But all she could manage was a quiet, “I just want to step aside for Ms. Jensen.”

Titus lifted her chin again, his eyes flickering to the watch before he let out a mocking laugh. “So, you’re just jealous, huh?”

Chiara frowned, about to explain herself.

Before she could speak, Titus interrupted, “I’ve been ignoring you lately. Now that I have some free time, how about a yacht trip?”

His fingers moved to her earlobe, pinching it softly. His voice dropped to a low murmur, sharp and threatening beneath the surface. “Don’t try to mess with me. I don’t like it.”

“I didn’t…” she began, but he silenced her.

Claiming her lips in a possessive kiss, his voice was a low command. “Just stay home and wait for me.”

His fingers brushed her cheek once more before he turned and walked away.

Chiara remained rooted in place, a hollow emptiness spreading through her chest.

Lindsay approached quietly, concern in her eyes. “Mrs. Goodman, are you okay? Mr. Goodman has left.”

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