CHAPTER 12

Claire's gaze was fixated on her laptop. Her eyes were bulging in surprise at the screen before her.

Indeed, it was Arthur. Her Arthur. The same Arthur she knew as an orphan. The same helpless Arthur who could hardly raise enough to get her dream wedding gown.

He was hale and hearty.

Wearing an expensive black Armani suit with suede shoes. The Rolex wristwatch sitting on his wrist was different from the one he had at the salon the other day.

She finally gasped as reality sank in.

Arthur was the son of King Arthur. How was that possible? When did that happen? Why are they even bearing the same name? Did Arthur hide his identity all along just to know if she loved him? Did he deceive her on purpose?

Now that they were divorced and separated, what would happen? Would he still want her back? Would he even consider giving her a second chance?

She was close to tears as she clasped her hand over her mouth. She regretted it all. She regretted not being patient enough. She regretted calling h