When She Ended It With Divorce (Chiara and Titus) novel Chapter 45

**TITLE: Silent Roads Remember by Sawyer**
**Chapter 45**

Chiara felt the heat rise in her cheeks, a deep crimson flush spreading across her face at the word Titus had just let slip from his lips. It was a term that cut through the air, sharp and unexpected, sending a wave of embarrassment crashing over her.

From the very beginning, she had embodied the quintessential heiress, molded by the expectations of high society. Raised among the elite, she had mastered the art of gentility and impeccable manners, wearing her upbringing like a well-tailored gown. Yet, despite her polished exterior, clubs were never a part of her world. They were chaotic realms filled with raucous laughter and clinking glasses, places where she felt utterly out of place. Eunice, her ever-enthusiastic friend, would insist on dragging her along, but Chiara detested every moment spent in those noisy establishments.

“Let go of me,” Chiara asserted, her voice firm yet laced with a hint of desperation.

Titus, however, merely lowered his tone, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. “Let go of you, huh? So you can keep running wild?”

A frown marred Chiara’s brow as she realized she was caught—trapped in a moment that felt like a vice tightening around her. Titus pressed one hand firmly against her lower back, rendering her immobile, while his other hand gripped the back of her head, ensuring there was no escape.

“I know why you’re angry tonight,” Chiara ventured, her heart racing as she braced herself for his reaction.

Titus paused, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features before his fingers curled into her hair, tightening slightly as he pulled her head back just enough to force her to meet his piercing gaze.

“Go on,” he urged, his eyes boring into hers with an intensity that made her pulse quicken.

Chiara bit her lip, feeling a wave of helplessness wash over her. Yet, she felt compelled to explain. “Running into Wayne tonight was honestly just by chance. He’s collaborating with Heather on a project for the company, and since we all go way back as classmates, we thought it would be nice to invite him along.”

“I swear, it wasn’t some secret meetup or anything,” she added, her voice rising slightly in urgency.

As she studied Titus’s icy, unyielding expression, a chill crept down her spine, reminding her of the brutal threat he had made earlier about taking Wayne out for good. She felt a surge of protectiveness for her old friend, not wanting him to be caught in the crossfire of a misunderstanding.

“Don’t worry. As long as I’m still your wife, I would never do anything crazy,” Chiara reassured him, her tone earnest, hoping to quell the storm brewing in his eyes.

Titus frowned, his expression unreadable. “That’s it?”

“Yeah,” Chiara replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

Her words were simple, yet they carried a weight of sincerity that hung in the air between them.

Without demanding further explanation, Titus slowly brushed the pad of his finger across her lips, a gesture that sent a jolt of electricity through her.

“Make sure this is the last time,” he warned, his voice low and serious.

Chiara’s eyes flickered with uncertainty, but she remained silent, her lashes lowering as her gaze fell to the floor.

Titus pulled her tightly against him once more, and for a fleeting moment, Chiara felt frozen, caught between the desire to resist and the magnetic pull of his presence.

With a breath that felt heavy with tension, Titus knocked on the partition before jabbing the intercom button.

“Go find a spot where no one’s around to park,” he commanded, his tone brooking no argument.

The moment he issued that order, Chiara felt the entire car shudder. It was clear that Paul, their driver, was taken aback by the sudden demand.

Chiara froze momentarily, her heart racing as she grasped Titus’s arm, which felt like a furnace, the veins in his forearm standing out as if he might explode.

“No,” she blurted out, her voice trembling.

Titus’s gaze locked onto hers, his eyes so deep and intense that they seemed to draw her in, making her breath hitch in her throat.

“Why not? Wouldn’t you like to break in a new scene together?” he asked, a hint of mischief dancing in his tone.

Realizing he was entirely serious sent a jolt of apprehension through her.

“No, Titus. Not outside. I don’t want to,” she blurted, her voice rising in pitch.

“Relax, we’re in the car. No one’s going to see us, okay?” he replied, his voice calm yet insistent.

Chiara’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at him, struggling to comprehend the audacity of his suggestion.

Seriously? Isn’t he supposed to be the perfect gentleman? she thought, a mix of confusion and indignation swirling within her.

“No! I don’t want it, not in the car. Let go of me!” she exclaimed, her voice rising in urgency.

Titus’s brow furrowed, and he gripped her jaw, forcing her to face him. The defiance in her eyes was unmistakable, a fire that refused to be extinguished.

“You really don’t want this?” he pressed, his voice low and challenging.

Chiara’s heart raced, a cold fear creeping in that he was genuinely serious about taking things further right there in the cramped confines of the car.

She inhaled sharply, her breath shaky as she snapped, “I’m not some random girl you hook up with outside. Have some respect for me!”

Titus’s expression darkened, his gaze unwavering as it bore into her.

Chiara pressed her lips together, her resolve hardening. “If you’re all about chasing thrills and breaking into new scenes, I’m not your girl. Try it with someone else—”

A dangerous glint flashed in Titus’s eyes. “Say one more word and I’ll do it right here, right now.”

Chiara’s heart raced, the weight of his threat hanging thick in the air. Faced with the coldness in his eyes, she could only look away, her defiance wavering.

Titus held her gaze for what felt like an eternity before gripping the back of her neck, his voice low and heavy with authority.

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