When She Ended It With Divorce (Chiara and Titus) novel Chapter 91

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**TITLE: Silent Roads Remember by Sawyer**

**Chapter 91**

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As the shadows of night began to settle in, Chiara stirred from her slumber, the world around her coming into focus slowly, like a dream fading into reality. The moment her eyelids fluttered open, a wave of confusion washed over her. Where was she? The sterile scent of antiseptic filled her nostrils, and the soft beeping of machines surrounded her, creating an unsettling symphony.

“Mrs. Goodman, you’re awake? Are you feeling hungry? I prepared a warm bowl of chowder for you,” came Lindsay’s voice, breaking through the haze.

Chiara turned her head, the familiar sound jolting her further into awareness. “Lindsay?” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Mrs. Goodman, do you still feel unwell? Would you like me to call the doctor to check on you?” Lindsay inquired, concern etched across her face.

‘Doctor?’ Chiara thought, her mind racing. A quick glance around confirmed her suspicions: she was indeed in a hospital ward. “I remember now,” she finally replied, the memories flooding back.

Lindsay gently elevated the head of the bed, and Chiara noticed the IV drip still attached to her hand, a reminder of her recent ordeal. Just as she was about to voice her questions, an unexpected sensation coursed through her, making her freeze. Images from earlier flashed in her mind like a disorienting slideshow.

Noticing Chiara’s sudden stillness, Lindsay placed a steaming bowl of vegetable chowder on her lap. “Would you like to eat some, Mrs. Goodman?” she asked softly, her tone encouraging.

Chiara felt a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her—confusion, embarrassment, and a hint of gratitude. “Did he bring me to the hospital?” she croaked, her throat dry and raspy.

Lindsay nodded, her expression serious. “Yes, he did. Mr. Goodman was frantic; he rushed you to the hospital before dawn. When I woke up and saw all that blood on the sheets, I nearly fainted. Thankfully, it was just that time of the month.”

At that moment, Chiara felt her heart drop. The gravity of Lindsay’s words settled heavily in the air. After a few reluctant spoonfuls of chowder that Lindsay had nearly forced upon her, Chiara finally managed to utter, “Then…”

Before she could finish her thought, the door swung open with a creak, and Chiara’s gaze instinctively shot up. Their eyes locked, and a torrent of unspoken words passed between them.

She instinctively clutched the blanket tighter, her heart racing, and her expression became a mask of unease. In that fleeting moment, Titus seemed to read her thoughts as clearly as an open book.

Initially, he had been consumed by anger, feeling foolish and betrayed. “You’re awake?” he asked, his voice a mix of relief and irritation.

Chiara hesitated, her voice caught in her throat. It wasn’t until Lindsay nudged her gently that she found the courage to nod. “Yeah,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Thank you for bringing me to the hospital.”

Titus loomed over her, his complexion still unnaturally pale, lending an unsettling aura to his presence. “No need for thanks. Honestly, I was more worried about what the entertainment news would say if I ended up killing my own wife in our bed,” he retorted, sarcasm dripping from his words.

Chiara felt a chill run down her spine, and Lindsay, sensing the tension, refrained from speaking. She wasn’t oblivious; she had already pieced together that Chiara had merely pretended it was her time of the month. It made sense that Chiara hadn’t noticed anything amiss in the bathroom—Lindsay assumed she had discreetly managed it at work.

“I… I…” Chiara stammered, caught off guard, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She lowered her gaze, feeling small and foolish.

“Even though this morning’s chaos at the hospital was a total disaster, things didn’t improve much. Thanks to you, I experienced the most humiliating moment of my life, and you even managed to alarm my parents,” Titus added, his tone a mix of exasperation and disbelief.

Chiara’s head snapped up at his words. “Did Mom and Dad come by?” she asked, surprised. She had never thought of calling them “Mom and Dad” as anything special before, but now it felt oddly comforting.

“Yeah, they came. They thought I had been rough with you, and they really let me have it,” Titus replied, shaking his head as if recalling the scolding.

Chiara was taken aback. ‘What could they possibly have lectured him about?’ she wondered, her mind racing.

Titus leaned in closer, their eyes locking in an intense gaze, a faint, inscrutable smile playing on his lips. “Mrs. Goodman, you really are something else. Even at my age, I still get chewed out by my parents for being a jerk,” he chuckled softly.

Chiara tightened her grip on the blanket, her brow furrowed in confusion. “I… I just got my period. Why would they yell at you for that?”

Titus narrowed his eyes, a knowing look crossing his face as he clicked his tongue lightly.

At that moment, Lindsay leaned in conspiratorially, whispering in Chiara’s ear, “They thought you were pregnant and that you were losing the baby…”

Chiara’s heart sank, and she was rendered speechless. ‘Well, that’s just perfect,’ she thought, mortified by the misunderstanding.

“But once they figured out what was really going on, Mrs. Goodman, they were pretty upset,” Lindsay added, her tone sympathetic.

Chiara was still trying to process the information. “Wait, what do you mean, my situation?” she asked, bewildered.

Titus, from above, spoke up with a dry, sarcastic edge. “Let’s just say that a little too much enthusiasm last night resulted in a lot of bleeding.”

Chiara’s mind went blank. She couldn’t even bring herself to meet his gaze, as the memories of the night before replayed in her head, sending a shiver down her spine.

“You really are something else. After over twenty years, I’ve managed to lose all my dignity in one fell swoop,” Titus muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.