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.

Ethan, the oldest, stood there holding a cereal bowl.

Behind him were Daniel, Noah and Samuel.

Four boys.

Four different personalities.

One impossible resemblance.

They all had Adrian’s dark eyes.

The same straight nose.

The same stubborn jaw.

Even the same little crease between their eyebrows whenever they were confused.

I looked at them.

Then at Adrian’s invitation.

And suddenly, I knew exactly what I was going to do.

I typed one sentence.

We’ll be there.

Then I pressed send.

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The boys were excited.

Christmas at an estate sounded like something from a movie.

Ethan wanted to see the horses.

Daniel wanted to know if the house had a swimming pool.

Noah wanted to know whether rich people really had servants.

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.”