When She Ended It With Divorce (Chiara and Titus) novel Chapter 46

**Chapter 46**

Chiara felt her phone vibrate with a series of messages, and instinctively, she knew it was Eunice reaching out. Without a moment’s hesitation, she tapped the screen and listened intently as Eunice’s voice filled the air.

Eunice: [Chiara, are you alright? That bastard Titus didn’t mess with you, did he? Do you need me to rush over and save you?]

A wry smile crept onto Chiara’s face as she shook her head, her heart warmed by Eunice’s concern. She quickly typed back: [I’m fine. He didn’t do anything to me, so stop worrying.]

Eunice: [Is Titus with you right now?]

Chiara glanced toward the bathroom, where the sound of water continued to flow. She replied, [He’s in the shower.]

Eunice: [I got you a capable private investigator from out of town. Here’s his number. Save it.]

Chiara hesitated, her thumb hovering over the screen as she contemplated the implications of saving that number. It felt like a lifeline, yet it also felt like a betrayal. After the water stopped running, she finally saved the number, shot off a quick reply to Eunice, and with a sense of urgency, wiped their entire chat history.

A sudden rush of anxiety coursed through her veins, her heart racing inexplicably. The silence that followed from Eunice was deafening, leaving Chiara alone with her swirling thoughts. She replayed the cryptic words Titus had spoken to her earlier, each phrase echoing ominously in her mind.

One thing she felt certain about was that he hadn’t been unfaithful since their wedding. Physically, he had been loyal, but the emotional distance he had created was a different story—one she couldn’t confront him about without proof.

“What’s on your mind?” Titus’s voice broke through her reverie.

Chiara looked up to find him standing beside the bed, clad only in a bathrobe that accentuated his strong physique. His gaze was piercing, and she felt a wave of vulnerability wash over her. She quickly averted her eyes, not wanting him to see the turmoil within.

Titus, however, was no stranger to her distractions. Years spent navigating the ruthless business world had honed his instincts, and he could read her like an open book.

“Go take a shower,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Nodding, Chiara placed her phone down and slipped into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind her. As she stood beneath the cascading water, she couldn’t shake the feeling of Titus’s eyes lingering on her phone. He had been raised to respect boundaries, so she felt a strange mix of guilt and relief knowing he wouldn’t invade her privacy.

Yet, the nagging voice in her head whispered that he would eventually find out, regardless of her attempts to hide the truth.

After her shower, Chiara emerged, towel-drying her hair, and immediately checked her phone. A wave of relief washed over her when she saw it untouched. Titus, observing her, couldn’t help but find amusement in her reaction. He thought, *If I truly wanted to uncover her secrets, I wouldn’t need to sneak around. I could easily find out anything I wanted!*

He patted the bed, beckoning her closer. “Come here.”

With reluctance, Chiara walked over, feeling the weight of his gaze on her. Just as she was about to slip under the covers, Titus asked, “All fine now?”

Chiara turned her head sharply to meet his gaze, surprised by the question. After a moment of silence, she replied, “Yes.”

Titus raised an eyebrow skeptically. “How’d you recover so fast this time?”

Before she could respond, he pulled her into his arms, gripping her chin to bring her face closer. “Or maybe you’ve just gotten used to it after three years?”

His eyes narrowed, drinking in the sight of her, the intensity in his gaze making her pulse quicken.

“Why are you so shy? Aren’t you telling the truth?” he pressed, his voice low and teasing.

Caught off guard, Chiara found herself at a loss for words. She was telling the truth—she was still a bit vulnerable, having been cherished since childhood. Titus’s dominant nature had always been overwhelming, and while they had been out of sync in the beginning, she had gradually adapted to his ways. Yet, discussing it openly still made her cheeks flush with embarrassment.

Noticing her discomfort, Titus decided to ease up on the teasing. He had never been one to bring it up before, perhaps out of a desire to keep things uncomplicated. After all, every man has those primal urges, and Titus was no exception.

“Where’s the ointment?” he asked, breaking the moment.

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