The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

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!

Deep down, Alaric had been holding onto a 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 pain.

guilt rendering her speechless as her lips quivered, unable to form

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

back tears. He 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 place in the Falconer family. But now, that sliver of hope that had

darkness, a moment 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

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

Helena from Kimberly's arms, frustration evident in his voice, "Was that man