All Chapters of His Volition: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The wedding reception was terrible, we'd discovered that my husband left because he wasn't ready to put up with everyone anymore than I wanted. I was left to suffer the stares and whispering from Nosy guests. It was morning and I was now a Whitney. I woke up in Sean's bed and he was nowhere to be seen. Why does this man always disappear?He hates me so much he can't even stand my presence? I scanned the room. The window across the bed was huge and it let in sunlight that almost blinded me. The walls were painted a solid grey, there were little to no furniture. No dresser, just a side table. It had so much space that could fit a whole furniture set so I wondered why it looked empty, no pictures hanging on the walls or on the table, only three shirts in the closet. I noticed one of the closets was locked; "creepy" I thought. I'd slept well, it felt like I slept on clouds, the bed was the only comforting thing in this room. My stomach rumbled reminding me I hadn't eaten since ye

I left the study frightened, I hated him, I couldn't believe he put his hands on me, regarding me as his property. I felt sick standing outside that door, my wrist was hurting and the cut on my finger from the broken glass was already treated and covered. I didn't miss the terror in his eyes. Something is definitely wrong with that man, my gut feeling is never wrong, and right now it's stronger than ever. Something was wrong and I'd find out what even if it meant opening those doors he'd instructed me not to open. I made up my mind to find out what secrets he was hiding as soon as he leaves the house tomorrow morning. Retiring to the desolated room I got ready for bed, pondering on every possibility of what I'd find behind those hidden doors. >>>>I was up at sunrise. The sun rays seeped in through the window and hit my eyes waking me from my uncomfortable slumber. I observed the room and of course, Sean did not sleep here. I stood from the bed and went into th

That bitch, I hate her so much. How do I send her out of my home without losing my business in return? Women should know their place but she continues to insist on defying me. Soon, we have to go out for dinner and parties. What if she embarrasses me in public and I cannot even raise my hand to hurt her or retaliate in response? That would spoil my image in public. A thought started forming in my head, maybe I should plant damning evidence in her company so I can take over it. But would that not ruin the business? The perfect idea would be to trick her into being scammed, if she saw a lucrative business to invest in, then she would want to put all she has into it and then, I’ll make so much money and take over her business. But first, I need to stop her from going to work.“Carmen,” I called out, “woman! Is my dinner ready yet?”“What do you mean by dinner,” she responded. “I thought you told me never to prepare your meal, why don’t you go out and eat some of your whores or perhaps …

Excitement surged through me, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of vindication. The pieces of my plan were falling into place faster than I had anticipated. Perhaps luck was finally on my side.I quickly replied, "Adrian, you're a lifesaver! What does the evidence say? Can we expose Sean now?"His response was swift, “Good news, Carmen! Prepare yourself. I've got something that might blow this whole thing wide open. This evidence is a game-changer. I'll drive down and meet you tonight at your honeymoon spot to share the details. Be ready."A rush of adrenaline coursed through me. Tonight was the night. The pieces of the puzzle were finally falling into place, and Sean was blissfully unaware of the storm brewing around him.In the meantime, I decided to divert Sean's attention. I ordered a bouquet and suggested a spontaneous shopping spree to take his mind off the brewing tension. Little did he know that every smile, every shared moment, was a mask concealing the calculated moves I

The sun's golden rays filtered through the palm leaves, casting a warm glow over the resort as I awoke to the sound of my phone ringing. Sean's name flashed on the screen, and a knot formed in my stomach as I answered."Sean, what's going on? Is everything alright?" I asked, my voice laced with concern."Carmen, we need to talk. It's about something important," Sean's voice sounded grave, sending a shiver down my spine.My mind raced with possibilities, trying to anticipate what could be troubling him. Did he uncover something about last night? Did he find out about Adrian and me? I forced myself to remain composed as I agreed to meet him at a secluded spot in the resort.As I made my way to our rendezvous, my thoughts were in turmoil. Sean's suspicions were growing, and I couldn't afford to let him uncover the truth. The cake, the conversation with Adrian—it was all part of a carefully constructed plan to protect my interests.Arriving at the designated spot, I found Sean waiting for