Semua Bab My Husband Shared Me:A New Year's Filthy Threesome : Bab 21 - Bab 30

The days that followed were the hardest of my life. Every morning I woke up in an empty house that echoed with the absence of what once was. The children's laughter seemed muted now, their questions about Daddy piercing my heart like tiny knives. Jimmy had officially moved out. The divorce papers arrived via email from his lawyer. He was seeking primary custody of the kids, citing my “unstable lifestyle” and adultery. The words blurred on the screen as I read them over and over, each one a fresh wound. My hands trembled as I set the phone down, the weight of betrayal and guilt crashing over me in relentless waves. How had it come to this? The life I had built, the vows I had made they all lay shattered at my feet.I cried for hours. Tears soaked my pillow as I curled up on the bed we once shared, replaying memories of happier times: family dinners, bedtime stories, lazy Sunday mornings. The sobs wracked my body until I felt hollow inside, drained of everything but a deep, aching empti

The silence in Jax’s apartment was deafening. I sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the divorce papers I had signed the night before. My hands still trembled. Every signature felt like another nail in the coffin of my old life.Jimmy had already started the legal process. His lawyer sent me a long email outlining custody arrangements supervised visits only, citing my “unstable relationship” with Jax. The words stung like acid.I missed my children so much it physically hurt.Jax walked out of the bathroom, towel wrapped low around his hips, water droplets running down his tattooed chest. He looked at me and sighed.“You’re thinking about them again,” he said, not as a question.I nodded, wiping my eyes. “They’re my babies, Jax. I can’t just abandon them.”He sat beside me, pulling me into his strong arms. “You’re not abandoning them. You’re choosing a better life. One where you’re not trapped in a boring, sexless marriage.”His words were both comforting and dangerous. He kissed my

The custody battle was escalating faster than I could handle.Jimmy’s lawyer filed another motion this time requesting that my visits with the kids be reduced to once a week under strict supervision. The reason? My “immoral and unstable relationship with a known criminal associate.”I read the document in Jax’s living room, hands shaking. The kids’ faces flashed in my mind their confused questions, their tears when I had to leave.Jax walked in from the kitchen, shirtless, holding a beer. He saw my face and took the paper from me.“Let me see,” he said calmly. After reading it, his jaw clenched. “This bastard is really trying to take them from you.”He pulled me into his arms, his strong hands rubbing my back. “I told you I’d handle it. Tonight, I’m meeting some people who can make this go away.”I looked up at him, scared. “What kind of people?”“The kind who get results,” he replied darkly. “Don’t ask too many questions, baby. Just trust me.”That night, Jax took me to a private bac

The tension in the apartment was thick enough to choke on.Jax had just come back from “handling things,” and I could tell from the darkness in his eyes that whatever he did wasn’t clean. I didn’t ask. I was too scared to know the truth.Instead, I did what I had become good at I let him use my body to forget.He pushed me against the kitchen counter the moment he walked in, yanking my dress up and pulling my panties aside. No foreplay. No words. He thrust into me hard, burying his thick cock to the hilt in one savage stroke.“Fuck!” I gasped, gripping the edge of the counter.Jax fucked me like he was angry at the world deep, punishing strokes that made my breasts bounce and my moans fill the apartment. His hand came around to rub my clit roughly while he pounded me.“You’re mine,” he growled in my ear. “No one is taking you away from me. Not your weak husband. Not the courts. No one.”I came hard, my pussy clenching around him as waves of guilty pleasure crashed through me. Jax foll

The air in Jax’s apartment felt electric that night. I had just come back from dropping the kids off after my first unsupervised visit. Their hugs still lingered on my skin, but so did Jimmy’s cold stare when he picked them up.I was a mess emotionally wrecked, guilty, and desperately craving the one man who could make me forget everything.Jax was waiting.The moment I closed the door, he was on me.No words. No gentleness.He grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against the wall, kissing me like he wanted to devour my soul. His tongue invaded my mouth as his free hand shoved up my dress and ripped my panties aside.“You’re late,” he growled against my lips, two thick fingers plunging deep into my already soaked pussy. “I’ve been hard for hours thinking about this married cunt.”I moaned loudly, grinding against his hand. “I’m sorry… the kids”“Shut up,” he snarled, curling his fingers hard against my G-spot. “Tonight, you’re not a mother. You’re my fucking whore.”He dropped to h