He invited his ex-wife to Christmas dinner to embarrass her… but she arrived with a surprise no one expected.

I turned my phone toward her. She read the message and frowned. “You’re not seriously going, are you?”

I looked out at the city lights, a cold smile touching my lips. “Oh, I’m absolutely going.”

Christmas morning was bright, cold, and white. The helicopter rose above the Texas skyline with me and the four most important people in my world inside.

“Mama, are we really going to meet Grandpa today?” Logan asked, his eyes shining.

“And Grandma?” Chloe added.

I smiled gently. “Maybe.”

Across from me sat my four children in matching Christmas outfits. Two boys. Two girls. Quadruplets. Eight years old. And every single one of them had Dominic’s eyes, Dominic’s smile, and Dominic’s stubborn jaw. No one could look at them and miss the resemblance.

The irony was almost cruel. The man who had run from fatherhood had four children waiting to meet him. He just didn’t know it yet.

When the snowy mountains of Colorado appeared below us, my heartbeat quickened. Not from fear—from anticipation.

The helicopter landed on the front lawn of Victoria Vance’s Boulder mansion at exactly 11:47 a.m. Snow whipped around us as the rotors slowed. The door opened, and I stepped out first, letting the cold mountain air hit my face.