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 – Page 3

What I didn’t tell her was that my meetings had ended early.

At midnight, after a 20-hour journey, I walked into my house—exhausted, wrinkled, ready for sleep. But what I saw stopped me cold.

Aurelia was curled on a thin air mattress in the hallway. Her blanket had slipped, her pregnant belly exposed. Her face was tense, even in sleep.

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.”