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.

back to Hertha, 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,

he turned and strode away. "Hey, Alaric..." Kimberly called out from behind, hoping to stop him. But Alaric didn't look back, walking out and slamming the door

his own house,

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

over him. Leaning on the kitchen counter, head bowed,

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

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