My ex-husband left me because I couldn’t have children — 17 years later, I walked into his gala with four faces he never expected…

Three days after the gala, the doorbell rang. I already knew who it was. I opened the door. Gabriel stood there, not in a polished tuxedo, but in a rolled-up gray shirt, his tie stuffed into his coat pocket. He looked exhausted, like he hadn’t slept since we saw each other again. I said nothing. I simply stepped aside and let him in.

Soon, all four kids were there, scattered across the sofa, facing the man they had never known but had always wondered about. Gabriel stood in the middle of the room. He took a breath and began. “I know I don’t have the right, but I can’t keep living without facing this. I need to know. And I need to be heard.”

Lucas crossed his arms, his gaze sharp. “Heard for what? To make yourself feel better for leaving before we were even born?”

“No,” Gabriel swallowed hard.

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