When She Ended It With Divorce (Chiara and Titus) novel Chapter 44

**TITLE: Silent Roads Remember by Sawyer**

**Chapter 44**

Titus could no longer contain the storm of anger brewing inside him.

His fingers tightened around the back of Chiara’s neck, a grip that felt more like a vice than a touch. “What were you thinking, coming to a place like this dressed like that? Are you trying to cheat on me?” His voice was low, but it carried the weight of a thunderclap.

Chiara struggled to shake her head, but his hold was unyielding, leaving her feeling trapped. “No, what are you talking about?” she protested, her voice trembling slightly.

Titus leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin. “Don’t tell me you wear that just to attract attention. Who are you trying to seduce? Is it Wayne?” The accusation hung heavy in the air, sharp as a knife.

Chiara’s heart raced, a mixture of frustration and fear coursing through her. “No, we’re just classmates. You’re totally overthinking this,” she insisted, trying to keep her voice steady.

She could see the anger radiating off him, the way his fingers dug into her neck sending sharp jolts of pain through her. It was clear he was not holding back, and the intensity of his gaze made her pulse quicken.

A wince escaped her lips, but when her eyes met his dark, fathomless ones, her heart fluttered uncontrollably. It was a side of Titus she had rarely witnessed before. Even during their discussions about divorce, he had remained unfazed, brushing off her concerns with an air of indifference. She never imagined he could react with such fervor.

“That’s not what you think, seriously,” Chiara said, her voice softer now, almost pleading.

His eyes darkened further, becoming a stormy sea of emotions as he searched her face for the truth. When she placed a hand on his shoulder, it was a silent attempt to soothe him, to bridge the chasm of anger that had formed between them.

But Titus was unyielding. He leaned in so close that their foreheads almost touched, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Do you have feelings for him?”

Chiara felt the weight of his question pressing down on her. She closed her eyes, shaking her head fervently. “No.”

“Give me the exact answer,” he insisted, his tone leaving no room for evasion.

Chiara bit her lip, her heart racing as she realized the gravity of the moment. “I don’t have feelings for him,” she replied, her voice firmer this time.

Titus’s gaze remained locked on hers, piercing and intense. His eyes flicked to her crimson lips, lingering there as if searching for a hidden truth.

“Then prove it,” he demanded, a challenge in his voice.

Chiara felt a chill run down her spine. “How am I supposed to prove that?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Kiss me,” Titus commanded, his expression resolute.

Chiara’s eyes darted to his lips, her heart pounding in her chest. “Right here? Can’t we just wait until we get home?” she suggested, her voice laced with uncertainty.

His expression darkened further, a storm brewing in his eyes. “What, are you worried someone might see us?”

“I…” Chiara hesitated, feeling helpless under his gaze.

“I’ve made myself clear—you’re completely overreacting. If you don’t like this dress, I’ll change right now, okay? Can you please let me go?” she pleaded, desperation creeping into her tone.

No matter the circumstances, she was still Titus’s wife, even if the world didn’t know it. She understood the weight of that title, and she was determined to embody it.

“Then kiss me,” Titus reiterated, his voice a low growl.

Chiara glanced around, anxiety creeping in. With so many people around, she didn’t want to draw attention. It used to be Titus who wanted to keep their marriage under wraps, but now, she found herself evading the chaos.

With a deep breath, she leaned in and pressed her lips softly to his. “Is that enough?” she whispered, her heart racing.

“You call that a kiss? After all these years with me, and you still haven’t learned a thing?” Titus replied, his tone a mix of frustration and longing.

Before she could respond, he pulled her closer, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss that left her breathless, her mind swirling. When he finally released her, the coldness in his eyes had vanished, replaced by something warmer, more tender.

Without uttering a word, he shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it around her shoulders, his protective instincts kicking in. In one swift motion, he scooped her up into his arms, leaving her feeling both dizzy and cherished.

As he turned, carrying her with confidence, his gaze fell on Wayne, who stood nearby, an observer in their tumultuous moment.

The two men locked eyes from a distance, an unspoken tension crackling between them.

Wayne maintained his composure, his expression unreadable, as if he had anticipated this encounter. “I never thought Chiara’s husband would turn out to be you, Mr. Goodman,” he remarked, his voice steady.

Chiara caught Wayne’s words, but her head was spinning, and she had no desire to engage. She squeezed her eyes shut, opting for silence, hoping to escape the scrutiny.

Titus’s tone was cool, almost dismissive as he replied, “Now you know, Mr. Pierce. It’s not too late for that.”

With that, he carried Chiara past Wayne, who seemed to watch them with a burning intensity. She felt the weight of his gaze, but she couldn’t muster a response, lost in the whirlwind of emotions.

As they rounded a corner, Titus’s eyes flicked to Jeffrey, who was casually leaning against the wall in the hallway.

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