When She Ended It With Divorce (Chiara and Titus) novel Chapter 88

**Silent Roads Remember by Sawyer**
**Chapter 88**

Titus gently cradled Chiara’s face in his hands, his eyes dark and intense, as if battling an internal storm. “I want you to go back to how you were before,” he implored, his voice thick with emotion.

“How I used to be…” Chiara’s thoughts drifted, swirling like autumn leaves in a restless wind, as she tried to grasp the essence of her former self. “Which version of me are you talking about?” she inquired, her brow furrowed in confusion.

For a moment, Titus was rendered speechless, caught off guard by the weight of her question.

He understood the implications of her words all too well. In the three years of their marriage, the first year had been filled with warmth and hope, where she had been kind and nurturing, lost in dreams of love and a shared future.

By the second year, the gentle spark in her eyes had begun to dim, disappointment creeping in like a shadow, and she had stood at the precipice, contemplating an exit. By the third year, she had turned cold, wrapping herself in an armor of isolation, ultimately choosing to walk away from the life they had built together.

In a sudden rush of emotion, Titus pulled her closer, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist, as if he could fuse their souls together. His lips brushed against her ear, each word laced with desperation. “I want the Chiara you were three years ago,” he declared, longing for the woman who had once loved him with an unguarded heart, not the distant figure she had become after their vows.

Chiara’s thoughts spiraled inward. “Three years ago… Who was I then?” The question echoed in her mind, prompting a painful self-reflection. “What was I really like three years ago?”

In the early months of their marriage, she had been the carefree heiress, blissfully unaware of the storms that lay ahead. But as the year wore on, reality had struck with relentless ferocity. She had fought her way through the shadows that threatened to engulf her, pressing forward with a fierce determination, never pausing to consider whether she was headed toward an open road or teetering on the edge of a precipice.

In that moment, Titus felt a surge of empathy wash over him, as if he could sense the turmoil raging within her. He blurted out a question that hung heavily in the air. “If you could do it all over again, would you still choose to marry me?”

Chiara hesitated, weighing his question with the gravity it deserved. She took her time, allowing nearly two minutes to slip by as she pondered the implications of her answer. “No, I wouldn’t,” she finally replied, her voice steady but laced with sorrow.

Titus’s expression turned as cold as ice, and in a moment of frustration, he sank his teeth into her neck—an impulsive act that sent a jolt of pain through her. Chiara stifled a cry, but her resolve remained. “Why repeat the same mistake when you already know how it ends?”

His face hardened, and he crushed his lips against hers, his voice a low growl. “Shut up,” he commanded, the tension between them thickening like fog.

The car came to a sudden halt, and without a second thought, Titus scooped her up in his arms, carrying her effortlessly into the villa. Paul, witnessing the scene unfold, simply drove away, leaving the couple to their tumultuous moment.

Lindsay, who had been about to greet them, caught sight of Titus’s determined stride and chose to remain silent, rolling her eyes as she watched them ascend the stairs. ‘Seriously? He comes back from a business trip, and he’s acting like he’s starving. Guess he’s craving more than just food,’ she mused to herself, bemused by the intensity of their connection.

This time, Chiara offered no resistance as Titus gently placed her on the bed, his touch almost reverent.

“It’s been days, shouldn’t you make it up to me, hmm?” he murmured, his voice a soft caress. The echo of his words from the car lingered in her mind, but ultimately, she closed her eyes, surrendering to the chaos within. She pushed aside her thoughts, her pride, allowing herself to feel empty, as if shedding her burdens.

That night, Titus held nothing back, pouring every ounce of his longing into their shared moment. As dawn broke, Chiara lay pale and glistening with sweat, her vulnerability laid bare before him.

“Chiara?” he called softly, concern threading through his voice.

Chiara kept her eyes shut, her lashes fluttering like fragile wings; she lay still, silent, and unresponsive, lost in her own world.

It was then that Titus sensed something was dreadfully wrong. The sight of blood pooling beneath her sent a punch of fear straight to his gut. For the first time in his life, he stood frozen, unable to comprehend the gravity of the situation.

“Why is she bleeding?” Panic surged within him, a tidal wave of dread rising in his chest.

“It hurts…” Chiara’s whisper broke through the haze, her voice weak and trembling as the pain finally clawed its way to the surface.

That sound jolted Titus into action, snapping him out of his paralysis. His face drained of color as he quickly threw on a shirt, wrapping her in a bathrobe that lay discarded on the floor. Without hesitation, he rushed her downstairs, cradling her in his arms.

The early morning air was still, the house silent as the servants remained asleep. When Lindsay heard the commotion and pulled back the curtains, she caught only a glimpse of the car speeding away, leaving behind a cloud of dust.

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