Eight Years After My Ex-Husband Called My Pregnancy a Lie, He Invited Me to Christmas to Meet His Fiancée. I Arrived at Cedarcrest Estate With Four Boys Who Had His Face.

“You already know.”

“I need to hear you say it.”

I looked at him.

“They’re your sons.”

He closed his eyes.

For several seconds, he said nothing.

Then:

“Four?”

“Yes.”

“I didn’t know.”

“You didn’t want to know.”

“That isn’t fair.”

I stared at him.

“You told me I was lying.”

“I was confused.”

“You called me a liar.”

“I was afraid.”

“You left.”

He looked away.

“I thought you had cheated on me.”

“I didn’t.”

“I know that now.”

I felt something inside me crack.

“Now?”

He looked at me.

“Yes.”

“How?”

“Your medical records.”

I frowned.

He continued.

“After the divorce, I requested a copy of the records from the clinic.”

“Eight years ago?”

“No.”

He swallowed.

“Three weeks ago.”

I stared at him.

“Why?”

“Because Vanessa and I were discussing having children.”