“No.”
I brushed a curl away from Ethan’s forehead.
“Yes, Russell. My sons.”
Delaney took a small step forward.
“Wait. You have children?”
I nodded.
“Twin boys. They’re three years old.”
She looked from me to Russell.
“But he told me you couldn’t have children.”
I felt something cold settle in my chest.
There it was.
The lie had followed me even after our divorce.
Russell stepped forward.
“Tessa, what is this?”
I stood up, keeping both boys close.
“This is my family.”
“No. I mean—when did this happen?”
“After our divorce.”
His eyes moved between the boys.
“How?”
I stared at him.
“I’m not sure why you think you have the right to ask me that.”
Gwen finally spoke.
“Tessa, sweetheart, perhaps we should all go inside.”
I looked at her.
“Why? Is there something else you don’t want people to hear?”
She lowered her eyes.
Russell suddenly raised his voice.
“Those boys aren’t mine.”
I didn’t answer.
But Delaney looked at him sharply.
“I didn’t ask whether they were yours.”
He turned toward her.
“Delaney, don’t start.”
She stepped away from him.
“You told me your first wife was medically incapable of having children. You said the doctors confirmed it.”
Russell rubbed his forehead.
“That’s what happened.”
“Then why does she have two children?”
“Because she got pregnant after we divorced. Obviously.”
I looked at him.
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