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…

“Rachel?” His voice cracked, rough and unrecognizable.

I lifted my chin. I was no longer the broken woman he left seventeen years ago. “This is Tyler, Elena, Lucas, and Isla.” Each name rang out clearly, shattering the silence between us.

Gabriel stumbled back, his face draining of color. “They’re… yours?”

“Yes,” I said, my gaze locking him in place. “They are my children.”

“But… the doctors said you couldn’t… You told me…” He stammered, panic rising in his eyes. “Whose children are they?”

The question came from fear, not doubt. He was terrified of the answer.

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