All Chapters of His Volition: Chapter 61 - Chapter 68

Once Fiona had packed her bags, she stood by the door, looking around the house one last time. Her eyes landed on Lily’s toys scattered across the living room floor, and a fresh wave of tears welled up in her eyes.“Goodbye, Fiona,” Carmen said softly, stepping forward to give her a gentle hug. “I hope you find the help you need.”“Thank you, Carmen. For everything,” Fiona replied, her voice thick with so much emotion.I walked Fiona to the car, feeling the tension in the air as we made our way to her temporary destination. She had decided to stay with a friend until she could find a more permanent solution, and I hoped it would give her the space she needed to begin healing.When we arrived at her friend’s house, I helped her carry her bags to the door. Fiona turned to me, her eyes pleading. “Please tell Lily I love her. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.”“I’ll tell her,” I promised, my heart aching. “But you need to focus on getting better. That’s the only way you’ll ever have a chance

The next morning, I awoke to an eerie silence in the house. It was the kind of quiet that usually followed a storm, but this time, the storm was just beginning. Carmen was already up, pacing in the living room with her phone clutched in her hand, her face pale and her eyes wide with disbelief."Carmen, what's wrong?" I asked, moving toward her, my heart sinking as I noticed the way her hands were trembling.She looked up at me in despair. "Sean, did you see the news? Did you see what they’ve said about me?"I shook my head, reaching out to take her phone. The headline on the screen made my blood run cold:“Exclusive: Carmen Whitney's Secret Battle with Infertility”The article went on to detail private and intimate struggles that Carmen and I had faced together, revealing her infertility to the world. It was a cruel invasion of our privacy, exposing something that we had only ever discussed in the safety of our home. The words were harsh, blaming her barrenness as the root cause of ta

The morning light streamed through the windows, but I felt no warmth. After the call with Fiona, I was haunted by a sense of impending doom, the silence of the house was oppressive. Every second that passed was another second Carmen was in danger. I couldn't let Fiona get away with this, but I also couldn't act recklessly and put Carmen's life at even greater risk.I decided to contact the police. It was a calculated risk, but I had to try. I couldn't fight this battle alone. The officers I met with were seasoned professionals who assured me that they would handle the situation delicately, coordinating with specialists to ensure Carmen’s safety.But Fiona was one step ahead.Later that afternoon, my phone buzzed again. This time, it was a message. No words, just a video. My heart plummeted as I opened the file.The video was shaky, the lighting dim, but it was unmistakably Carmen. She was tied to a chair, her face pale and streaked with blood and dirt. Her breathing was shallow, her e

The ride to the hospital was a blur, the sirens wailing above the frantic sounds of the medics working to stabilize me. Carmen stayed by my side the entire time, refusing to let go even as they rushed me into the emergency room. I could see the worry in her eyes, the exhaustion and pain etched into her face, but she didn’t waver.As the doctors took over, everything went dark. The last thing I felt was the warmth of Carmen’s hand in mine, her voice pleading with me to stay, to survive.When I awoke, the world was quiet. The pain was still there, a dull ache in my abdomen, but it was manageable. I blinked, trying to adjust to the bright lights of the hospital room. The sterile smell of antiseptic filled my nostrils, and the steady beep of monitors was the only sound.Carmen was there, sitting in a chair beside my bed, her hand still holding mine. Her eyes were closed, her head resting on the edge of the bed, as if she hadn’t left my side since we arrived. She looked exhausted, but even