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!

But seeing this, all his hopes shattered like ice on a lake blasted by a bomb. The jagged shards

beats under his stare, guilt rendering her 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

and strode away. "Hey,

his own

of hope for reconciliation with Hertha, which was why he had resisted marrying Georgia and had even faced off with his mother, risking his place in the

of despair and helplessness washing over him. Leaning on the kitchen counter, head bowed, teeth clenched, and eyes reddened, Alaric took deep breaths, reminding himself it was time to let

faced the closed door, confusion and melancholy written all over her face as she turned to Hertha,

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

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