Alaric cast a deep, lingering look at the child cradled in Kimberly's arms before glancing down at the little boy tugging at his jeans, pushing against him with his small hands.

Both children called Hertha "Mom," which meant... they were both Hertha's!

They looked so young, barely over a year old!

In the three years since Hertha had started seeing Spencer, how many other men had there been? Two kids already!

thread of hope for a reconciliation with Hertha. But seeing this, all his hopes shattered like ice on a lake blasted by a bomb. The jagged shards sliced through his heart, causing a raw, searing

speechless as her lips quivered, unable to form words. All her fears laid bare in that moment, overwhelming her senses. Faced with Alaric's scornful look,

tears as he turned and strode away. "Hey, Alaric..." Kimberly called out from behind, hoping to

inside his own house,

a sliver of hope for reconciliation with Hertha, which was why he had resisted marrying Georgia and had

vision with darkness, a moment of despair and helplessness washing over him. Leaning on the kitchen counter, head bowed, teeth clenched, and eyes

Kimberly faced the closed door, confusion and melancholy written all over her face as she turned to Hertha, lamenting, "What a mess this

arms, frustration evident in his voice, "Was that man someone

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