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.

Finally, Adrian said:

“Because I made a terrible mistake.”

Noah frowned.

“What kind?”

Adrian looked at me.

“The kind that can hurt people for a very long time.”

Ethan studied him.

“Are you sorry?”

Adrian nodded.

“Every day.”

Ethan thought about it.

Then he picked up a potato.

“Okay.”

Adrian looked surprised.

“Okay?”

“You said you’re sorry.”

“That doesn’t fix it.”

“I know.”

The boy shrugged.

“But it’s Christmas.”

I almost cried.

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Later that night, Vanessa found me alone in the kitchen.

She closed the door behind her.

“I owe you an apology.”

I looked at her.

“For what?”

“For the invitation.”

I waited.

She took a breath.

“When Adrian told me about you, he made it sound very different.”

“I imagined he did.”

“He said you claimed he was the father.”