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.

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We arrived at Cedarcrest Estate just before sunset on Christmas Eve.

The house was enormous.

Stone walls.

Tall windows.

Snow covering the gardens.

Golden lights wrapped around the trees.

The boys pressed their faces against the car windows.

“Mom,” Samuel whispered.

“What?”

“Is that a castle?”

“Almost.”

When I parked, I saw several cars already there.

Adrian’s parents were there.

His older sister.

Two cousins.

And several people I didn’t recognize.

The boys climbed out.

I stood beside the car and took a breath.

Then I looked at them.

Four boys.

Four identical reminders of the man who had once broken my heart.

“Ready?”

Ethan nodded.

The others followed.

We walked toward the front door.

Before I could knock, it opened.

Adrian stood there.

Eight years had changed him.