I am Prince William, Duke of Cambridge, 42 years old, I just got a coffee. I am divorced from Kate Middleton. I had no kids from my messy marriage. Kate had cheated on me time and time again and my god was I sick of it

I spend 5 years alone, regaining myself, doing the shit I actually enjoy, charity work, playing polo and football, reconnecting with my younger brother Harry, who has been estranged from our family for a while. I made good with him, my father has cancer so I’m trying to mend everything to what if once was

Another recent change to my life is that I’m a dad now, I’ve adopted my child. I have any preferences. Then they found her, my Anna, though we call her Anya, she’s Russian. She’s a really sweet little girl, and her attitude has seemed to change around me for the better. She’s now just my sweet little daughter, my father blessed her with the title HRH Anna, Princess of Wales, which infuriates Harry’s girl, Meghan who wanted a title simply for being in a relationship with royalty, I can’t tell she’s in it for the title

After my divorce, I adopted my Ayla when she was 3 months. She’s my whole world, my princess. My Ayla is now 14 months which shocks me how fast time flies

I am meeting my Brothers new bird, Meghan Markle today, I’ve been dreading it long enough to be honest. Apparently she likes to cause drama. I hear a knock on the door of the cottage I live in with my baby and opens the door. There stands my brother and Meghan. We strike up a conversation before I let them in, she’s just ‘me me me’. She leans in a tries to hug me, but by gods good grace my daughter toddles out