158. It Is Done

Dorian’s POV

I felt my hands tremble as the King looked at me. I still couldn’t believe that I was his son. I couldn’t believe that the woman that I had grown up with this whole time wasn’t my mother. I felt betrayed, and now it seemed like my entire existence was a lie.

I had the papers in front of me. The writing was as clear as crystal. The King was truly my father.

“If Susan is the maid of my mother, then how is she involved in all of this?”

A dark, gloomy shadow covered the King’s face. He seemed sadder than ever before, and he lowered his head in shame.

“Your mother died while she was giving birth to you, and they had declared you dead as well. I couldn’t bear the grief and slipped into a depression. In my grieving, I took Susan into my bed and laid with her.”

His voice was filled with shame and regret. He lowered his head, unable to look me in the eyes.

“It was all a mistake. I woke up and realised that I had brought shame to your mother and sent Susan away. She returned a few