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…

I lifted my chin. “This is Tyler, Elena, Lucas, and Isla.” Each name rang out like a bell, cracking the walls of belief he’d built over the years. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. And I knew, Gabriel Whitmore, the man who left in search of a “complete” future, was now face-to-face with something he never imagined. And I hadn’t even told him half the truth. Not yet. But I would.

Gabriel stood there like his legs had stopped working. His eyes scanned the kids again, desperately trying to process what couldn’t be explained, but the resemblance grew more obvious with each second.

“They’re… yours?” he asked, his voice rough, almost choking.

I didn’t answer right away. I wanted him to face what he’d denied, rejected, and run from for nearly two decades. “Yes,” I said, holding his unsteady gaze. “They’re my children.”

Gabriel stepped back. He looked at Tyler, now a poised young man, dark hair and those unmistakable gray eyes, just like Gabriel’s younger self. Then Elena, her deep eyes and perfectly arched brows, a mirror of me but with his unmistakable presence. Lucas and Isla stood still, but their eyes never left the trembling man in front of them.

“But Rachel… you said you couldn’t. The doctor said…”

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