All Chapters of My Husband Shared Me:A New Year's Filthy Threesome : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The revelation about Razor’s betrayal hung heavy in the air like smoke from a dying fire. I sat on the edge of the couch, staring at the floor while Jax paced the room, his fists clenched. The photo of him and Jimmy shaking hands months ago still burned in my mind, but Razor’s words had opened an even deeper wound.“He was one of my most trusted brothers,” Jax said, voice low and bitter. “Eight years. I saved his life twice. And he sold us out for money and power.”I looked up at him, my heart aching. “Why? Why would he risk everything just to hurt you… to hurt us?”Jax stopped pacing and knelt in front of me, taking my hands in his. His touch was warm, steady, but I could feel the tension vibrating through him.“Because I changed,” he admitted, eyes searching mine. “When I met you that night, everything shifted. I stopped being the cold leader they respected. I started caring about something — someone — more than the club. They saw it as weakness. Razor especially. He thought bringin

The message hit like a gunshot.Too late. Graves just sent me the location of your next supervised visit. If you want to see your children alive, tell your biker to stop digging. This is your final warning.I dropped the phone, my legs giving out. Jax caught me before I hit the floor, his strong arms wrapping around me as I started shaking uncontrollably.“Lily-Rose, breathe,” he said urgently, cupping my face. “Talk to me. What happened?”I showed him the message. His face went from concerned to murderous in a heartbeat.“Graves,” he snarled. “That bastard is playing both sides. I should have killed him when I had the chance.”He immediately called Tank. “Find Graves. Now. Bring him to the warehouse. I don’t care how. He’s going to tell us who the sender is.”Jax hung up and pulled me tighter against his chest. “I’m so sorry, baby. I promised to protect you and the kids. I won’t let them win.”His voice was full of love and fury. I clung to him, tears soaking his shirt. “What if they

The video played on loop in my mind.Jax walking into the warehouse, surrounded by armed men, blood already on his face.The text burned behind my eyes:He walked into the trap. Your move, whore. Choose the biker or your children. You have thirty minutes.I was shaking so badly I could barely stand. The apartment felt like a cage. My children were in danger. The man I loved was in danger. And I was the reason for all of it.My phone rang again. Unknown number.I answered with a broken voice. “Please… don’t hurt them. I’ll do anything.”The distorted voice was calm, almost amused. “Smart girl. Tell your biker to pull his men back. Drop the investigation into Graves. If he doesn’t, your daughter will be the first to pay.”Tears streamed down my face. “I’ll tell him. Just give me time.”“You have twenty minutes left.”The line went dead.I immediately called Jax. It rang twice before he answered, voice strained.“Lily-Rose, I’m okay for now. Don’t worry—”“They have the kids,” I cut him

The snow fell harder as I drove through the empty streets toward the old warehouse on the edge of the city. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. Every mile felt like a step further away from the life I knew and deeper into something I might never come back from.Jax’s face kept flashing in my mind — the hurt in his eyes when I left the suite, the love mixed with betrayal. I had chosen my children over him. I had to. But the guilt was eating me alive, twisting like a knife in my chest.The warehouse loomed ahead, dark and abandoned, its broken windows glowing faintly under the security lights. I parked the car and sat there for a long moment, heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.I had no weapon. No plan. Just a mother’s desperation and the hope that I could get my babies back.I stepped out into the freezing night. The cold bit into my skin, but it was nothing compared to the fear gripping my heart. My phone buzzed in my pocket.Unkno

The gunshot echoed through the warehouse like thunder.I felt the impact before the pain hit a burning tear in my shoulder as Jax spun us around, shielding me with his body. He grunted but didn’t fall. His arm tightened around me, strong and protective even as blood soaked through his shirt.“Stay with me,” he growled, voice low and urgent against my ear. “I’ve got you.”Another shot rang out. This one hit the wall near us, sending concrete dust flying. Jax fired back, his gun steady despite the chaos. One of Marcus’s men dropped with a cry.“Run!” Jax shouted, half-carrying, half-dragging me toward the back exit where Jimmy had taken the kids.My legs felt like lead. The pain in my side and now my shoulder made every step agony. Blood ran down my arm, warm and sticky. “The kids… are they safe?”“They’re with Jimmy,” Jax said, breathing hard as he kicked open a side door. Cold air rushed in, mixed with heavy snow. “He got them out. Now we need to get you out.”We stumbled into the sno