All Chapters of His Volition: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I made my way home.With a deep breath, I pushed open the door and stepped inside, bracing myself for whatever devil in a skirt that I was about to meet. But to my surprise, the house was quiet, the only sound was the soft hum of the air conditioning and the distant chirping of birds outside. Carmen was nowhere to be seen, and for a moment, I felt relieved.But as I made my way through the house, the sense of unease returned, growing stronger. The walls seemed to close in around me, suffocating me with their silent accusation. Everywhere I looked, I saw reminders of the life I had built, now shattered beyond repair.I wandered into the living room, sinking into the familiar comfort of the couch. But even here, I couldn't escape the weight of my thoughts. Memories flooded my mind, each one a painful reminder of the love and loss that had brought me to this moment.With a heavy sigh, I leaned back against the cushions, closing my eyes and trying to find some peace. But no matter how har

I woke up the next morning after spending the night wrestling with my emotions, trying to come to terms with the drastic actions I had taken. But now, as the sun peeked through the curtains, I knew there was no turning back.I found Sean in the kitchen, nursing a cup of coffee as he stared blankly out the window. His expression was guarded, wary as if he knew what was coming."Sean," I said, my voice cold and calculated. "We need to talk."Sean turned to face me, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. "What do you want, Carmen?""I want to talk about the changes in our marriage," I stated firmly, despite the turmoil raging inside me. "I want to take the reins, Sean. I want to be the one in control."Sean's eyes widened in disbelief. "You must be joking," he scoffed. "After everything that's happened, you think I'm just going to hand over control to you?"My jaw clenched as I fought to keep my composure. "I'm not joking, Sean," I said, my voice angry. "I'm dead serious. I won't be held cap

I couldn't believe it. Sean had disappeared without a word, leaving me alone at home to wonder where he'd gone. Anger bubbled up inside me as I waited for him to return, pacing the living room with clenched fists.When Sean finally walked through the door, reeking of alcohol and looking worse for wear, I was seething with fury. "Where have you been all evening?" I demanded, my voice sharp with accusation. "And how dare you leave without my permission?"Sean stumbled over his words, clearly intoxicated and unable to provide a coherent explanation. I could see the guilt and shame written all over his face, but it only fueled my anger further. How could he be so careless, so selfish as to abandon me like this?But despite my anger, there was also a flicker of something else – a desire, burning deep within me. As I looked at Sean, his vulnerability laid bare before me, I felt a sudden surge of attraction. Maybe it was the alcohol, that I took earlier while waiting for him that clouded my

After a long and exhausting day at the office, I finally returned home, my mind still swirling with thoughts of the embezzlement scandal that had rocked my company. I entered the house, and the familiar scent of home enveloped me. The events of last night and the discovery of financial discrepancies had left me feeling raw and vulnerable, and the sight of Sean working out in the home gym only added to it. I pretended not to notice him as I passed by, keeping my gaze fixed straight ahead. His back was turned to me, and I couldn't bring myself to face him, not after what had happened between us. Instead, I headed straight for the kitchen, my stomach grumbling in protest. I needed something to distract me, something to fill the void that threatened to consume me from within. I ordered some Chinese takeout, not bothering to check in with Sean about his preferences. He could fend for himself tonight – I had enough on my plate as it was. As I waited for the food to arrive, I busied mys

The morning sun trickled through the parted curtains, stirring from my slumber. A lingering chill danced down my spine, reminding me of what had transpired the night before. The sex between Sean and me had escalated to a fever pitch, leaving a bitter taste lingering in the recesses of my mouth. I dressed quickly in a sharp suit and made my way to Whitney Corporation. Someone had been siphoning money from my company and I had a deep urge that it was up to Sean’s father. That old scheming backstabbing two-timing son of a bitch. He was involved in Mira’s death instead of him to be admonishing his son for killing an innocent woman. The grandeur of the building loomed before me, a monument to the empire that Sean's father, Mr. Whitney, had meticulously crafted. The irony was not lost on me. This was my opportunity to salvage what remained of my company, ensure justice for Mira's tragic demise, and lay waste to his meticulously crafted bloody business.Striding through its doors and walk