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 filed for divorce the next week. No arguments. Just a clean break.

Vionna spun lies to friends, called me heartless. But the truth spread. People saw through her. Some admitted they’d noticed her coldness but stayed silent.

I had no regrets.

Aurelia stayed for weeks. We painted the nursery, assembled furniture, debated crib mobiles. She shared her fears about motherhood. I told her she’d be amazing.

When Torren came to take her home, we laughed over dinner. The house felt alive again.

Now, I visit her on weekends. Help with appointments. Go baby shopping. My phone’s always charged.Continue reading…