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 thread of hope for a reconciliation with Hertha. But seeing this, all his hopes

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 look, her heart raced with unease, words

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

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 his

the kitchen counter, head bowed,

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

arms, frustration evident in his voice, "Was that

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