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!

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,

skipped beats under his stare, guilt rendering her speechless as her lips quivered, unable

strode away. "Hey, Alaric..."

inside his own

knew it was time to let go of Hertha for good. Some things, once done, can't be undone. He had clung to a sliver of hope for reconciliation with Hertha, which was why he had resisted marrying Georgia and had even faced off with his mother, risking

kitchen counter, head bowed, teeth clenched, and eyes reddened, Alaric took deep breaths,

and melancholy written all over her face as she turned to Hertha, lamenting, "What a mess this has turned

having witnessed everything, took Helena from Kimberly's arms, frustration evident in his

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