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.

“You?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Vanessa smiled faintly.

“Because I thought he needed to see what he had thrown away.”

Then she walked toward the door.

Before leaving, she stopped.

“For what it’s worth…”

She looked at me.

“I don’t hate you.”

“I never thought you did.”

“I did.”

She smiled sadly.

“Until I met you.”

Then she left.

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I couldn’t sleep.

Around midnight, I went outside.

Snow was falling softly.

The estate was silent.

I found Adrian sitting alone on the stone steps.

He looked up.

“Can’t sleep?”

“No.”

“Me neither.”

I sat several feet away.

For a while, we said nothing.

Then he spoke.

“I remember the day you told me.”

I looked at him.

“You remember?”

“Every word.”

“Then why did you call me a liar?”

He looked down.

“My father.”

“What?”

“He told me something.”

I waited.

“He said the pregnancy couldn’t be mine.”