After My Sister Died in Childbirth, I Adopted Her Triplets – Then Their Father Came Back 8 Years Later

She took my hands. “Please, just… stand with me. Even if you don’t believe in him.

Believe in me.”

I swallowed everything I wanted to say and nodded.

What else could I do? I was her big brother, her shield.

We were nothing alike. Jen dreamed in warm colors. She wanted noise and chaos and a house full of children.

As a kid, she played “mom” with her dolls, lining them up and scolding them gently when they misbehaved.

I planned a life without responsibility: money, travel, freedom, and one day opening an animal shelter.

But to me, Jen was my little princess. The one person I’d protect without thinking.

After the wedding, life with Chris was exactly what I’d feared.

He drifted in and out, always promising he’d changed, always leaving again when things got hard.

He’d disappear for weeks, then show up with flowers and apologies.

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