HE LAVISHED MISTRESS WITH DIAMONDS ON CHRISTMAS WHILE HIS BLACK WIFE BLED—THEN SANTA KNOCKED AT DAWN

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HE LAVISHED HIS MISTRESS WITH DIAMONDS ON CHRISTMAS WHILE HIS WIFE BLED POSTPARTUM WITH TRIPLETS—THEN SANTA KNOCKED AT DAWN.

On Christmas Eve, while Bristol Barrera wrapped diamonds for his mistress downstairs, his wife Jaelynn sat upstairs bleeding through her nightgown—three newborn triplets crying beside her, body still torn from the delivery that almost killed her.
By dawn, someone knocked.
And when she opened the door to a man in a red coat holding her late father-in-law's will, everything changed.
Sometimes Santa doesn't bring gifts. He brings justice.

The Barrera house looked like something out of a magazine that Christmas Eve. Downstairs, white lights wrapped around a twelve-foot tree, ornaments glittering in perfect arrangement. Garlands draped across the mantel. Stockings hung with care—four of them, because Bristol had insisted on appearances. The house smelled of cinnamon candles and pine.
Upstairs, in the master bedroom, it smelled like blood and breast milk and exhaustion.

Jaelynn sat upright against the headboard, her back rigid because lying down made the incision hurt worse. Three weeks. It had been three weeks since the emergency C-section that doctors said nearly killed her. Three weeks since she'd heard the words "hemorrhaging" and "code blue" through a fog of anesthesia. Three weeks since Bristol had stood in the hospital hallway, phone pressed to his ear, annoyed when the nurse asked him to come to the NICU.

"I'm handling something," he'd said. "Can't it wait?"
His daughters couldn't wait. But Charleigh Klein could, apparently. And yet.
Jaelynn shifted carefully, wincing as the movement pulled at stitches that refused to heal right. Beside her, three bassinets formed a semicircle. Three tiny bodies, barely seven pounds each, swaddled in white blankets that Bristol's mother had sent—the only family member who'd acknowledged the birth.

The triplets.
Her miracles. Her anchors. Her reason for still breathing when breathing felt like sandpaper against fractured ribs.
The baby on the left—Nellie—stirred, tiny fist escaping her swaddle to wave at nothing. Jaelynn watched her daughter's chest rise and fall, counting the breaths like she'd done every night since bringing them home. One. Two. Three. Still alive. Still here. Still needing her.
The doctors had said it would be hard. They hadn't said it would be impossible.

Downstairs, Bristol's laughter cut through the silence.
Jaelynn's body went still.
She knew that laugh. Light. Unburdened. The kind of sound he used to make when they first met, back when he still looked at her like she mattered. Before the pregnancy. Before the weight gain. Before she became the woman who made his life complicated.

His voice drifted up the staircase, muffled but unmistakable.
"You're ridiculous," he said, tone playful in a way it hadn't been with her in months. "No, seriously, you didn't have to—yeah, I got it. Same-day pickup. You're gonna love it."
Pause.
"Of course I'm thinking about you. What kind of question is that?"

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