When She Ended It With Divorce (Chiara and Titus) novel Chapter 89

**Silent Roads Remember by Sawyer**

**Chapter 89**

“What blood?” Yves inquired, his gaze falling on Titus, who was clad in mismatched pajamas that clearly indicated a hasty morning. The sight of his cousin in such a disheveled state sparked a flicker of concern within Yves. He could sense that something was amiss, and a nervous twitch played at the corners of his lips. For a brief moment, he found himself grappling with the right words to say, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily in the air between them.

As a doctor, Yves had seen his fair share of emergencies, and the amount of blood he had been informed about suggested a dire situation. If Chiara was indeed pregnant, the implications were grim; such a loss would be devastating. Yves parted his lips, ready to offer some form of solace to Titus, but the right words eluded him.

“Do aunt and uncle know yet?” Yves asked, hoping to steer the conversation towards something less ominous.

Titus rubbed his forehead, his voice cracking slightly as he replied, “Don’t tell them for now.” The weight of his words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken fears.

Yves hesitated, torn between loyalty to his cousin and the responsibility that came with the truth. “But if Chiara really is pregnant, you can’t keep it from them forever,” he pressed gently, trying to reason with Titus.

Titus remained silent, his eyes locked onto the emergency room door with a fierce intensity, as if willing it to open and reveal good news. Just then, the door swung open, and the hospital director emerged, flanked by two doctors. The moment felt almost surreal, as Titus instinctively grabbed the director’s arm, urgency radiating from him.

“How is she?” Titus asked, his voice laced with anxiety, a stark contrast to his usual composure.

The director stumbled slightly, clearly taken aback by the suddenness of Titus’s inquiry. One of the doctors quickly intervened, attempting to calm the storm. “Mr. Goodman, please, don’t worry. The patient isn’t in any immediate danger. It’s just that…”

“Just what?” Titus pressed, his heart racing.

The male doctor cleared his throat, looking rather sheepish. “Well, she’s just having her period.”

A stunned silence enveloped the hallway, freezing everyone in place. Yves, ever the professional, was the first to regain his composure, his brow furrowing in confusion. “Wait, are you serious? It’s just her period?”

The doctor nodded firmly. “We’ve checked multiple times; it’s really just her period. There’s no danger to her life.”

Yves stood there, momentarily dumbfounded, trying to grasp the reality of what he had just heard. He turned to Titus, who appeared as if he had been turned to stone, shock etching his features.

“Well, Titus, Chiara’s really okay; you can relax…” Yves stammered, attempting to inject some calm into the chaos.

Titus’s expression shifted, storm clouds gathering as he processed the information. “Are you sure it’s just her period?” he asked, his voice tight with concern.

The doctors exchanged glances, nodding with conviction. “If you’d like, we can have the gynecologist speak with you directly,” one of them suggested, sensing Titus’s unease.

At that moment, the gynecologist stepped out of the emergency room, her demeanor professional yet warm. “Director, Mr. Goodman, it’s confirmed—she’s just on her period. We’ve administered some pain relief, and she’s resting now. Honestly, there’s nothing to worry about,” she reassured them, her voice steady.

Despite her words, Titus could not shake the haunting image of Chiara’s distress from his mind. The memory of her pale face and the fear in her eyes lingered, causing his heart to race. “But she was bleeding a lot,” he insisted, worry tightening his throat.

The gynecologist regarded him with a careful, almost sympathetic expression. “During a woman’s period, it’s best to avoid vigorous intimacy, as it can risk rupturing the corpus luteum and result in severe abdominal pain. But after a thorough examination, I assure you, she’s just on her period. You really need to pay closer attention to her health.”

Yves and Titus exchanged a look of disbelief, the tension in the air palpable.

The atmosphere grew awkwardly tense. Titus remained silent, the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him, while the others exchanged nervous glances, unsure of what to say next. It was as if the very air had thickened, and no one dared to break the silence. Titus’s expression was as cold as stone, and those around him avoided his gaze, fearing the storm brewing beneath the surface.

‘Is he furious or just mortified?’ they wondered, glancing at him with trepidation. The dean shot a disapproving look at the gynecologist, as if she were to blame for the situation.

The gynecologist pressed her lips together, feeling the weight of Titus’s status. Yet, as both a doctor and a woman, she couldn’t remain silent about the matter.

Someone who was aware of the close bond between Yves and Titus shot Yves a pleading look. At that moment, Yves seemed to be the only one brave enough to approach Titus. The tension in the room was so thick, it felt suffocating.

Yves raised his hand to his mouth, preparing to speak, when suddenly Chiara was wheeled out of the emergency room.

Titus pressed a hand to his forehead, frustration simmering beneath the surface. He wasn’t blind; he understood the implications of the situation all too well. Anger churned within him, but with Chiara completely unaware, he felt utterly helpless.

This kind of suffocating frustration was foreign to him, a feeling he rarely encountered in his life.

A sarcastic chuckle escaped Titus, surprising even himself. Lindsay stared at him, bewildered. ‘Is he seriously laughing right now? His wife is in the hospital, and he can still find humor in this?’

Moments later, Charlie and Adele rushed into the hospital, their expressions a mix of concern and urgency. Upon seeing Chiara unconscious in the hospital bed, Charlie frowned and glanced over at Titus, who sat on the couch, looking grim. “Come with me,” Charlie said, his voice firm.

Titus cast a quick glance at his parents before getting up and following Charlie out of the room. Adele approached Chiara’s bedside, her eyes filled with worry. “How is she doing?” she asked, her voice soft.

Lindsay, recognizing Adele immediately, shook her head. “Hello, Mrs. Goodman. I’m not really sure, but Mr. Goodman said it’s just her period.”

“Is it always this bad for her every month?” Adele asked, concern deepening her frown. Having experienced similar pains herself, she knew that such discomfort wasn’t normal.

“It’s usually not this serious. Last night, Mr. Goodman had to bring her to the hospital…” Lindsay’s voice trailed off, the implications hanging heavy in the air. She had already pieced together the events of the night; the state of the sheets from the previous evening had made things painfully clear.

Charlie scrutinized Titus, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. “So, what’s going on with your wife?”

Titus met his father’s gaze, the tension palpable. “Is that what Yves told you?” he replied, his tone defensive.

“Forget who said it; I want to know what happened,” Charlie demanded, his frustration evident.

“It’s nothing. She just has bad cramps,” Titus replied dismissively, trying to brush off the concern.

Charlie was taken aback for a moment, discomfort washing over him. He hadn’t expected such a casual response. “I thought she was pregnant…” he began, his expression shifting through a range of emotions. The thought of questioning Titus further was daunting, so he merely shot him a glare before heading back into the room.