When My Husband Cheated, Divorce Became My Daughter’s Safety

Zion’s face tightened for a moment.

But he didn’t notice my reddened eyes, nor did he hear how close my voice was to breaking.

He only saw that I questioned him in front of others, with no sign of holding back.

The next moment, his whole expression turned dark.

Zion, burning with anger, lifted Maeve and walked away.

He left behind only one cold, hard line. “You better not regret this.”

The pain in my back made my chest race. I didn’t even have time to ask where Zion was heading. He clearly still had a pile of things waiting for him. I could only go to the hospital by myself first.

Only when the results came out, and the doctor said the baby was safe, did I finally let out a breath.

The fear that lingered rushed through me again. I sat on the bench in the hallway, covering my face, crying until I could barely breathe.

I didn’t dare think about what I would do if something truly happened to the baby.

When I returned home, Grandma Ravenna already knew what had happened today.

She held my hand, her eyes red with pain for me.

“There are only two days left before the divorce papers are done.”

“Natalie, you’ve suffered.”

I sniffed and forced a small smile. “I’m okay.”

Grandma Ravenna sighed and muttered, “Tomorrow is your grandpa’s 80th birthday.”

“He doesn’t have much time left. Could you… at least for these last two days, let him feel at ease?”

I still agreed.

Grandpa Kale’s birthday gathering was held at the old house.

Ravenna and I arrived first.

Grandpa Kale sat in the main hall’s armchair. His energy wasn’t good, yet he still pushed himself upright. When he saw me walk in, he nodded.

He looked toward the doorway and couldn’t help sighing.

“Where’s that brat? On a day like this, he still refuses to show up.”

Clearly, he wasn’t unaware of Zion’s recent behavior.

I only gave a faint smile and didn’t reply.

Soon after, there was movement at the entrance.

Zion walked in with Maeve trailing right behind him.

In that instant, the air in the hall froze on the spot.

Grandpa Kale’s expression turned dark right away. His cane struck the ground with a heavy hit.

“You still dare bring some shameless girl here?!”

The next moment, the cane was already swinging down.

“You brat!”

Zion stumbled back a step, his face tight, but he didn’t fight back. And Maeve suddenly rushed forward.

She lifted her arms, blocking in front of Zion, tears spilling right away.

“Grandpa, don’t hit Brother Zion…”

“It’s all because of me.”

“It’s because I’m not good enough, because I’m pregnant with Zion’s baby, that he brought me back.”

“I understand I come from nothing, that I don’t deserve to stand in a place like this…”

She bit her lip, then added softly, “But the baby is innocent…”

Baby?

I stared at Maeve, unable to believe it.

Zion’s face changed slightly. He reached out and pulled Maeve into his arms.

“Maeve is pregnant. It’s my child. I need to take responsibility.”

He paused, then, almost as if giving himself courage, said, “And also, Maeve’s baby is a boy. Natalie’s baby is a girl.”

“Grandpa, I’m doing this for the family line.”

For the family line.

Those words were like an old, dull knife pushed straight into my chest.

A family like the Payne family had known the gender of my baby the moment I had prenatal tests.

But whether it was Ravenna, Kale, or Zion’s parents abroad, not one of them ever cared.

Back then, Zion had held me close, swearing again and again, “No matter boy or girl, as long as the baby is yours, it’s precious to me, the one who carries on the Payne family.”

This past year, there were plenty of women who tried to get pregnant with his child.

He turned all of them away.

But now, Maeve was pregnant. And she was carrying a boy.

And this baby was now being pushed in front of me by my own husband, said with those words, “carry the family line,” as if it were completely reasonable.

I instantly drew in a deep breath.

That almost-breaking collapse, I forced it down into the bottom of my chest.

Grandpa Kale, upset, kept shouting nonstop, his cane hitting the floor again and again.

Ravenna’s eyes were red, too. She kept hitting Zion’s back, scolding him for being stupid.

Everyone thought I would lose control.

Cry, question him, fall apart.

But I didn’t.

I only stood up, my voice so calm it felt cold. “Today is Great-Grandfather’s birthday. It’s a joyful day. Let’s not ruin it over these things.”

“As for the baby… We’ll talk when it’s time.”

The whole room went still.

Grandma Ravenna opened her mouth, but in the end, she could only swallow her anger, forcing herself to keep the scene steady and continue the banquet while everyone hid their own thoughts.

During the dinner, I said I wasn’t feeling well and left early.

Seeing me not argue and not cry, a sudden, strange fear rose in Zion’s chest.

Was she planning to divorce?

But he quickly brushed the idea away.

How could I ever bring myself to leave him?