A/N: Chapter 14! In this chapter, both you and Gwen will find out what Lancelot's secret is! I know that everyone's pretty curious about who the person he was talking to is and I've had to really think about which scenario I wanted to go with. Just a quite note: Lancelot lovers may not like this chapter too much! I hope you enjoy this chapter….I don't own Merlin!

Meg had now finally been discharged and although, I was relieved about how well she was doing, I didn't want to do anything wrong. My daughter was just as fragile as any other little girl if not more so, yet sometimes like most parents I forgot about that. Especially, as she never showed any signs of displeasure…

After much persuasion from Arthur and me, Meg had finally agreed to going in the wheelchair. She hadn't thrown a strop but I could tell she didn't want to go in it by the pout on her face.

As I was pushing her along the pavement, I could see how exciting the prospect of coming home was to her. I only hoped Lancelot had taken the day off for her.

Meg had generally been quite for the most of the journey but she must have had something on her mind as she started asking me questions. I didn't mind at all as she had always been curious about everything and anything but I wasn't prepared for one of her questions which in all honesty, should have been one of the easiest to answer.

"Do you and Daddy love each other?" She asked me, meekly. It almost as if she thought she shouldn't be asking.

I felt sick at her question which I knew wasn't a good sign. What wasn't better was the fact that I had no idea how to answer her. A month or two ago, I would have told her that we did but now, I don't want to lie to her. She deserved the true, it's just I don't know what that is anymore. But I knew that I would have to tell her something, anything.

"Not as much as we love you, sweetie…." I told her, not really answering her question.

Meg swivelled around in her wheelchair and looked at me as I said this. Although, she seemed happy with my response, I knew she had noticed my hesitation.

It wasn't long before we got home, and the disappointed look on Meg's face when she'd realised Lancelot wasn't home, made me angry and upset. I knew how much Lance's job meant to him, he was there almost every day but surely, Meg meant more to him than his job even if I didn't?

A couple of hours later

I was becoming even angrier than I had been with Meg and I knew all the feelings I had been hiding were finally coming to the surface.

I wasn't just angry at Lancelot not coming to meet us or even take time of work for her but also that he was even more distance, distracted than he was before.

His phone also seemed to be always near him and around him. I had known something was going on for a while but Meg had always came first for me, and it's just know that I realise how much our sham of a marriage has affected her.

I needed to know the true, it was obvious now. Meg's question had made me realise it very painfully.

I wish I could have told her that we loved each other more than anything but we didn't. It seemed at times that weren't even friends let alone married.

What Merlin had told me, was right but I just didn't want to admit it as it would end my marriage but I see now it's already over.

The bang of the door announced Lance's arrival and my anger didn't dissipate, if anything it was getting worse.

"Hey. How's Meg?" Lancelot asked me, not seeing how angry I was.

My words were full of anger as I told him that she was fine and that she had been discharged. The look of surprise when I had said this made me want to slap him!

How do you forget about your daughter coming out of hospital? I needed to know about who was more important than his daughter.

"Who was that person you were talking to?" I asked him, abruptly. My curiosity and anger was increasing and although, I knew it wouldn't save our marriage, the truth was the one thing which I needed.

Lancelot closed his eyes at my question almost in despair. I feared he wouldn't tell as he started to walk away from me but I was determined to know.

"If our marriage had meant anything to you, tell me who it was?" As I said this, my eyes had filled with tears.

I had seemed to get through to Lancelot as he opened his mouth to tell me, but I was beginning to think his reluctance was because he was having an affair.

"It was the mother of my children…." He told me, guilty.

The words made me feel as if the wind had been punched out of me and I desperately wanted to slap him but all the while, I wanted to be wrong. I wanted to have mis-heard him.

"Your what, Lancelot?" I asked him in despair.

Lancelot's guilty look and his refusal to meet my eyes, told me that I had heard him right.

"How old are these children?" I asked him, automatically.

I was under the mis-apprehension that their ages would make me feel better, as if it would if they were older than 6, he hadn't had an affair.

"They're three. They're twins." He told me, almost proud.

As he told me, I couldn't but feel betrayed and hurt but all his actions backed up what he told me.

Every time he had supposedly worked late, he had been with his children. His distractedness was due to them, every time he didn't seem to care about Meg he cared about his OTHER children.

"I don't know what hurts more, Lancelot…" I told him, brokenly. "… The fact you fathered twins behind my back whilst I was oblivious or the fact you lied about it."

If it had been affair, it would have hurt. Of course, it would have but having another family was something I couldn't deal with. I didn't want to. It was obviously the last nail in the coffin that was our marriage!

"I loved you, Gwen, I really did." His words were full of hurt but I didn't care. I couldn't. He hadn't just had an affair behind my back but he had also fathered twins.

Tears were freely flowing down my face at this point, but I couldn't care. All that mattered was what Lancelot had done.

"I know you did, Lance, that's what's killing me." I told him, truthfully.

Lancelot turned away at my words and I was glad. I didn't want to be near him let alone be looking at him.

Even though, I had known my marriage was over, what Lancelot had told me was hurting me. How could he have done something so hurtful?

Oh god, what was I going to tell Meg? I couldn't tell her about her half-siblings without telling her about Lance's affair.

"I never meant for it to happen. It just did!" It was my turn to turn away at his words. I didn't want to know all the sordid details. I was feeling sick, upset, hurt, and betrayed enough already.

I did want to know who the woman was, though. I needed to know.

"Who…?" I asked him, still crying.

Lancelot didn't seem reluctant to tell me that much and I couldn't really blame him. I mean, after all he had told me the worst of what he had done.

"Morgause." The name made me feel sick again and I couldn't help but begin to pace to try and calm down.

I knew who Morgause was; of course, she had gone to school with us. She had also been one of my friends at some point. It hadn't been long that I had realised that she didn't like me at all but she liked how popular I had been.

I couldn't help but wonder if he had done it with her specifically to hurt me.

A/N: I hope this is as shocking as you wanted! I have decided to do a chapter near the end from Lancelot's POV. I didn't want him to be the bad guy but it just kind of happened. Please review!