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

” Noah asked with a wide smile.

“And will grandma be there too?” Sophia added.

I smiled at them warmly.

“We’ll find out very soon.”

All four were dressed in matching Christmas outfits.

Two boys.

Two girls.

Quadruplets.

Eight years old.

Each of them carried Marcus’s features.

His eyes.

His smile.

Even the way they looked when they were deep in thought.

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