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.

Samuel only wanted to know whether there would be chocolate cake.

I smiled at all of them.

“Probably.”

“What about presents?” Daniel asked.

“Daniel.”

“What? It’s Christmas.”

I laughed.

They didn’t know the real reason we were going.

They didn’t know who Adrian was.

Well, they knew his name.

I had never lied to them about their father.

I simply hadn’t told them everything.

I told them he had left when I was pregnant.

I told them he had made a choice.

I told them that whatever happened between their father and me was never their fault.

And I never taught them to hate him.

That was important to me.

Because children shouldn’t have to carry the weight of adult mistakes.

But there was something I had never told them.