My Wife Forced My 7-Months-Pregnant Daughter to Sleep on an Air Mattress on the Floor — She Never Expected How Far I’d Go to Protect My Child

I dropped my suitcase. “Aurelia?” I whispered.

She stirred, eyes glassy. “Dad?” she croaked, trying to sit up.

“You’re back early,” she said, wiping her cheeks.

“Why are you out here?” I asked. “Where’s your bed?”

She hesitated. “Because of Vionna.”

My stomach twisted.

“She said there were no beds left. She and Sarelle took the rooms. Said the couch was broken. This was the only option.”

I hugged her gently. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. This isn’t right. I’ll fix it.”

She nodded, trusting me. That trust cut deeper than Vionna’s betrayal.

I checked the guest room. Bed untouched. Crib unmoved. Vionna had simply shut the door and lied.Continue reading…