After eight years of silence, my ex-husband invited me to Christmas dinner—he expected me alone, but I walked in with the four children he abandoned before they were born

at me.

Then at Noah.

Ethan.

Sophia.

Finally, Olivia.

His eyes moved over them again, one by one.

All the color drained from his face.

The resemblance was undeniable.

“Marcus…” whispered the blonde woman beside him. “Who are these kids?”

He tried to respond.

He couldn’t.

I had never seen him so completely broken.

For years, I had imagined this moment.

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