When She Ended It With Divorce (Chiara and Titus) novel Chapter 77

**Chapter 77**

Lena sat in the car, enveloped in an eerie silence that felt almost palpable. Her stillness was so profound that it sent a shiver down Titus’s spine.

Without warning, Titus’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, and a wave of tension washed over him, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

Approximately ten minutes later, Paul reappeared at the car, his arms burdened with an array of bags, a triumphant smile lighting up his face. “Mr. Goodman, everything’s sorted,” he announced, his voice brimming with pride.

As he caught Titus’s distracted glance in the mirror, Paul instinctively turned his head to follow Titus’s gaze. “Is something wrong, Mr. Goodman?” he inquired, concern creeping into his tone.

Titus squinted for a moment, as if weighing his words, before finally breaking his gaze from the mirror. “No problem. Let’s go,” he replied, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of urgency.

“Yes, sir,” Paul responded, a hint of uncertainty flickering in his eyes.

Throughout the journey, Titus’s eyes repeatedly darted to the rearview mirror, an unshakeable instinct gnawing at him. Suddenly, a chuckle escaped his lips, surprising even himself.

Paul shot him a bewildered look, confusion etched across his face as he continued to scan the surroundings, failing to spot anything out of the ordinary. “Mr. Goodman?” he ventured, still puzzled.

Finally, Titus met Paul’s gaze in the mirror and said, “We’ve been followed for three days, and you didn’t notice?”

“What?” Paul exclaimed, his complexion draining of color as the gravity of the situation settled in.

Even Lena, lost in her own thoughts moments before, snapped back to reality. “Followed?” she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Paul’s heart raced as he scanned the vehicles around them, his eyes darting from one car to another, desperate to identify a threat but finding nothing suspicious.

Titus’s voice was cool and composed as he stated, “0825.”

In an instant, Paul’s attention was drawn to a black Volkswagen, its license plate matching the number Titus had just mentioned. “What should we do?” he asked, adrenaline coursing through his veins.

Titus’s expression sharpened, his focus unwavering. “Let’s handle the main business first,” he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Paul nodded grimly, determination settling in. “Yes, Mr. Goodman.”

From that moment on, Paul kept an unnervingly close watch on the Volkswagen, confirming that it was indeed tailing them. His heart raced with anxiety. How had he overlooked something so glaringly obvious? When had Mr. Goodman pieced it all together? He realized just how astute Titus truly was.

Meanwhile, at the Goodman Group in Halinston, Queenie leaned over her desk, her curiosity piqued. “Did you know Mr. Goodman is coming back tonight?” she asked Chiara, her eyes sparkling with intrigue.

Chiara shook her head, a hint of surprise crossing her features. “No, I didn’t,” she replied, her voice laced with uncertainty.

Titus had kept his return a secret, not revealing it even during their phone call the previous night.

Queenie paused, a knowing smile creeping onto her face. “Looks like you two aren’t as close anymore. You really didn’t know he’s back tonight?”

Chiara merely smiled, shaking her head again. The truth was, she had never really known where Titus was or when he would return.

She never asked him, and he never offered up the information. Just like last night—their conversation had flowed easily, but he hadn’t mentioned his return. Perhaps he thought it wasn’t worth the mention.

“Paul told me. He just called and asked me to drop off a contract at Starlight,” Queenie continued, her voice brightening with the gossip.

But Chiara was miles away, lost in her thoughts. She couldn’t shake the nagging worry that something might have transpired between Titus and Elaine during their time in Harborton. ‘Eunice hasn’t called, so there’s probably no news,’ she mused, her mind racing.

Just as that thought crossed her mind, her phone rang.

Chiara’s heart quickened. She snatched her phone and slipped into the restroom for privacy.

“Eunice?” she answered, trying to keep her voice steady.

“Chiara, the detective just got back to me. He said he got some photos—they should be exactly what we need,” Eunice replied, urgency lacing her words.

Chiara’s heart sank slightly. If the detective had indeed found something, then it was undeniable—something was brewing between Titus and Elaine.

Thinking back to Titus’s call last night, Chiara squeezed her phone tightly, a wave of anxiety crashing over her. “Alright, I get it. When’s he supposed to get back?”

“His flight gets in tonight. I’ll pick the detective up; just hang tight and wait for my update,” Eunice assured her.

“Okay, I’ll be waiting,” Chiara said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Alright, talk to you later,” Eunice replied before hanging up.

Chiara lingered on the line for a moment, a tickle in her throat prompting a cough. She realized she must have caught a chill from the cold shower that morning.

Shaking off her discomfort, she composed herself and returned to her desk, sipping on some hot water. But as the afternoon wore on, her condition worsened; her throat felt raw and achy. When she finally got home, she asked Lindsay to pick up some medicine for her.

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