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!

down, Alaric had been holding onto a thread of hope for a reconciliation with Hertha. But seeing this, all his hopes shattered like ice

his eyes-red and narrow with disappointment, anger, and resentment. Hertha's heart skipped 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.

outdone yourself! Just as you wanted!" Alaric spat out through clenched teeth, his eyes brimming with unshed tears as he turned and strode away. "Hey, Alaric..." Kimberly called out from behind, hoping to stop him. But Alaric didn't look back, walking out

his own house,

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

kitchen counter, head bowed, teeth clenched, and

faced the closed door, confusion and melancholy written all over her face

Kimberly's arms, frustration evident in his

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