My Wife Forced My Pregnant Daughter to Sleep on an Air Mattress
She Had No Idea I’d Find Out
I thought I knew my home. Then I found my pregnant daughter, Emily, lying on the floor, and everything about my marriage fell apart.
I’m Rufus, 55. After my first wife died, I remarried Linda, who brought her daughter Jesse into our home. At first, it seemed like a second chance—but over time, her coldness toward Emily grew clear: little jabs, dismissive comments, and now… this.
Emily told me she’d been forced to sleep on a hallway mattress because Linda lied about the guest room. My blood boiled.
That morning, I brought a box of trash bags and told Linda: three days to leave. She gasped, tried to argue, but Emily and I packed her things while I watched quietly.
By the third day, they were gone. The house felt calm, alive again. Emily sat in the guest room, cradling her belly. “Thank you, Dad,” she whispered.
“Always,” I said.
We set up the nursery, laughed, argued over a crib mobile, and prepared for her baby together. I filed for divorce. No drama—just a clean break.
Now, the guest room is ready, the crib in place, my phone always charged. Family isn’t about appearances—it’s about showing up with love. I never missed it.
