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.

heart skipped beats under his stare, guilt rendering her speechless as her lips quivered, unable to form words. All her fears laid

really 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

inside his own

fought 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

on the kitchen counter, head bowed, teeth clenched, and eyes reddened, Alaric took deep breaths, reminding himself it was time to let

confusion and melancholy written all over her face as she turned to

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