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.

“I know.”

He nodded.

“I don’t expect them to call me Dad tomorrow.”

“They already did.”

He smiled.

“I heard.”

I looked toward the four boys.

“They deserve stability.”

“I’ll give them that.”

“They deserve honesty.”

“I’ll give them that too.”

“And they deserve to know that none of this was their fault.”

His expression became serious.

“I’ll make sure they know.”

I looked at the man standing in front of me.

Eight years ago, I had wanted him to regret leaving.

Now that he did, I realized something.

His regret wasn’t my victory.

My life had already moved forward.

My boys had already grown.

I had already built a home without him.

What mattered now was whether he could become someone worthy of being in their lives.