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.

“They aren’t excuses.”

“I know.”

His voice broke slightly.

“I was young.”

“So was I.”

“I thought you were trying to trap me.”

I stared at him.

“Why would I need to trap you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Exactly.”

He rubbed his hands together.

“I spent eight years telling myself I made the right decision.”

“And now?”

“Now I know I didn’t.”

He looked toward the house.

“I watched those boys tonight.”

He smiled faintly.

“Ethan folds his arms exactly like I do.”

I laughed despite myself.

“Daniel bites his lip when he’s nervous.”

Adrian smiled.

“Noah doesn’t trust strangers.”

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“Neither do you.”

“And Samuel…”

He stopped.

“What about Samuel?”

“He laughs the way I used to.”

I looked at him.

“You remember?”

“I remember everything.”

Then he said something that made my chest hurt.

“I should have been there.”

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