I didn't know my gf was rich

Previously

…He had to get out. Now. Before anyone saw him. Before he had to face the truth of his own inadequacy in this gilded world. He turned, a desperate urge to escape propelling him. He fumbled for the ornate doorknob, his hands trembling. He had to get back to his cottage, to his familiar cobwebs and his mended fishing nets. He had to lick his wounds and try to understand how the woman he loved, the woman he thought he knew, could have hidden such a monumental truth from him. He had to face the fact that his humble heart, it seemed, had been beating for a queen.