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.

“Why?”

“Because of the dates.”

I shook my head.

“The dates were wrong because the doctors had originally calculated the pregnancy incorrectly.”

Adrian nodded.

“I know.”

“So you believed your father over your wife?”

“I was deployed. I was under pressure. I was angry.”

“Those are explanations.”

He looked at me.

“I know.”

“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.”

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