When Meghan Markle and Prince Harry left their senior royal roles in 2020 and moved to North America, many fans were not happy. Meghan has shared some tough experiences from her time in the royal family, but there have also been times when fans turned against her. Recently, she was even accused of trying to outshine Kate Middleton.
The conflict with the royal family has been ongoing for years. While Prince Harry has visited the UK a few times since leaving, Meghan hasn’t joined him often. Some say it’s for security reasons, but others think she might not be interested in fixing the relationship with the royals.
A royal expert says Harry misses his old friends and wants a permanent home in the UK. However, he is also very worried about losing Meghan. Some reports say he isn’t interested in reconciling with his family. But there is hope, as Meghan is reportedly open to having a meeting to talk things out.
Despite Harry and Meghan’s complaints about their treatment in the UK, they have aimed for a more private life since moving to the US. However, some argue they are still seeking attention through interviews, a book, a Netflix show, and podcasts. This doesn’t seem like stepping back from the spotlight as expected.
Their desire for more attention hasn’t gone unnoticed. The couple was even mocked on the popular comedy show South Park.
Harry and Meghan haven’t returned to the UK often. They did attend Queen Elizabeth’s funeral together, but when King Charles was diagnosed with cancer and Harry went to see him, Meghan stayed in the US.
The feud between the Sussexes and the royal family has been ongoing for years, with no signs of resolution. However, Harry and Meghan did reach out to Kate Middleton after her surgery and cancer diagnosis, which they reportedly learned about through the news, not directly from family members.
Even though the relationship is tense, one royal expert suggests that Prince William and Kate Middleton are willing to try and mend things with Harry and Meghan.
Speaking with the Mirror, royal author Tom Quinn said that William and Kate were open to inviting Harry, Meghan, and their children to visit England. However, Meghan wasn’t interested and declined the offer.
“There is no way Meghan would bring the children to the UK,” Quinn told the Mirror in early April. “William and Kate suggested that Meghan and Harry bring the children and that the two couples and their families try to make up, but so far, it’s not going anywhere.”
In May, Prince Harry visited the UK again for a special Invictus Games service at St Paul’s Cathedral. He wanted Meghan to join him, and at first, she seemed interested. But soon after, Meghan changed her mind because of concerns for her children’s safety.
A source said that while Meghan had hoped to go to the UK with Harry in May, she didn’t want to bring Archie and Lilibet due to fears for their safety.
“It’s now at the point where Meghan doesn’t want to come to the UK with the children. She just doesn’t feel safe,” the source said. “The question now is whether the family should come with increased security or if Harry should go alone.”
Harry reportedly begged Meghan to reconsider, saying, “I don’t want to do this alone.”
“Harry doesn’t want to keep making solo trips to the UK,” the source continued. “He would prefer if the whole family made regular visits to see his family and rebuild relationships, but there is so much happening behind the scenes that it just isn’t possible right now.”
Harry and Meghan were planning to come to the UK, but when the exact time and date of their appearance were made public, Meghan started to rethink the idea.
The children’s safety isn’t Meghan’s only concern about returning to the UK. The source said that the Duchess doesn’t want to “be thrown back into an anxiety-filled visit to England where she feels like she’s not wanted.”
Time will tell if Meghan will join her husband for the UK trip. But one thing is for sure: A reunion with the royal family seems very far away.
The conflict with the royal family goes back many years. The tension between Meghan and Kate Middleton started just before Meghan’s wedding. In her interview with Oprah, Meghan revealed that Kate made her cry over a dress.
Despite the years that have passed, Meghan has said she doesn’t want to mend the relationship with the royals, believing it’s gone too far.
However, new reports suggest that Meghan has changed her mind and is now “ready to sit down” with the royal family to make peace. But why? One royal commentator said that having a good relationship with her in-laws would “help her sell her jam.”
Speaking to GB News, royal expert Angela Levin said the Duchess is “still genuinely hurt” by how the royal family treated her. However, Meghan is ready to reunite with them to discuss everything.
“She’s still genuinely hurt by how she was treated by the Royal Family – this is four years on,” Levin told GB News. “And she now wants to sit down and talk through things.”
Levin also claimed that Meghan wants the royal family to “make apologies” to her and Prince Harry.
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Angela Levin explained that Meghan wants the Royal Family, including King Charles, to apologize, but they aren’t going to do that. Levin believes that Meghan is the one who should apologize, but she doesn’t want to.
Levin also said that Meghan is trying to get Princess Beatrice and Princess Eugenie to help her sell her jams. Meghan hopes that King Charles might buy some of her products too.
“This information comes from a good source,” Levin said. “Meghan wants to use the excuse of selling her jams as a reason to visit the UK and make things nice, but it’s also a way for her to promote her products.”
Even though Meghan Markle reportedly “never wanted to set foot in Britain ever again,” this new plan might change her relationship with the royals.
The Duchess had reached out to Kate Middleton after Kate’s surgery and cancer diagnosis, which Harry and Meghan found out about from the news instead of directly from the family.
Meghan is focused on her lifestyle brand, American Riviera Orchard, and is selling jam. However, Levin’s idea that making amends with the royals could help her sell more jam might not be well-received by royal fans. Meghan was recently accused of trying to take advantage of Kate’s royal return for her own benefit.
On Saturday, June 15, just hours before Kate Middleton made her royal return during Trooping the Colour, Argentinian polo player Nacho Figuerasa, a close friend of Meghan Markle and Prince Harry, revealed the Duchess’s brand’s new raspberry-flavored jam via an Instagram Story.
The announcement’s timing left many royal fans angry, and they took to social media.
A fourth person concluded, “Who buys jam anyway? It is so easy to make right at home with fresh fruit and a load of sugar!”
Although many were furious with Meghan Markle for this, a source close to the Duchess told the Daily Beast that she had nothing to do with it.
The source claimed, “While I am sure the gift packages came with notes requesting social media coverage, you can’t tell Nacho Figueras what to do. So I think it’s certain the timing of his post was his own idea.”
“The larger point here is that the American Riviera Orchard campaign has been phenomenally successful and cost Meghan nothing.”
The source added, “It is a textbook social media campaign. The only problem is that there still seems to be nothing actually for sale, so what is it all for? I guess we will find out.”
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It Took Me 2 Years to Find the House from an Old Photo I Received Anonymously
A mysterious box appears on Evan’s doorstep containing a baby photo with a birthmark identical to his and a faded image of an old house shrouded in trees. Haunted by questions of family and identity, Evan becomes obsessed with finding it. Two years later, he does.
When people ask where I’m from, I always say “here and there.” It’s simpler that way. Nobody really wants to hear about foster homes and sleeping in rooms that never felt mine.
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But truth be told, I’ve been searching for the true answer to where I came from my whole life.
I remember Mr. Bennett, my 8th-grade history teacher, better than most of the families I lived with. He was the only one who ever looked at me like I wasn’t a lost cause.
I didn’t realize it back then, but his belief in me was the start of everything. He’s the reason I clawed my way to a college grant. But college didn’t care how scrappy I was.
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While other students called home for emergency cash, I worked double shifts at the campus café, microwaving three-day-old pizza for dinner. I never complained. Who would listen?
After graduation, I lucked into a job as an assistant to Richard — think Wall Street shark in a luxury suit. He was ruthless but brilliant. He didn’t care where I came from, only that I could keep up.
For five years, I followed him like a shadow, learning everything from negotiation tactics to the art of not flinching in a boardroom.
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When I walked away, it wasn’t with bitterness. It was with the blueprint for my logistics company: Cole Freight Solutions.
That company became my pride and proof that I was so much more than just a name on a file in some state database.
I thought I’d finally escaped my past in the foster system. I was 34, too old to be haunted by my mysterious origins when my future lay before me. That’s what I told myself, at any rate. But it turned out my past had more to show me.
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I’d just come home from work and the box was sitting on my front step like it had fallen out of the sky. No postage, no address, no delivery slip.
At first, I didn’t touch it. I stood there, hands in my jacket pockets, scanning the street. No one was around. The only movement was the sway of the neighbor’s wind chimes. After a few minutes, I crouched down and ran my fingers along its edges.
It was just a plain old cardboard box, soft at the corners like it had been wet once and dried in the sun.
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I carried it inside, kicking the door shut behind me. It sat on my kitchen table, silent but loud in its own way.
I pulled open the flaps, and I swear, for a second, I stopped breathing.
It was full of toys. Old, battered toys. A wooden car with half its wheels gone, a stuffed rabbit with one button-eye dangling from a loose thread. They smelled like time — musty and sad. Then I saw the photos.
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Faded images spilled out like loose puzzle pieces. The first photo I grabbed stopped me cold. A baby’s chubby face, round cheeks flushed with life. My eyes locked on a small, jagged mark on his arm. My breath hitched.
No. It couldn’t be.
I yanked up my sleeve, heart pounding hard enough to feel it in my ears. There it was — that same odd-shaped birthmark just below my elbow. My fingers hovered over it like I’d never seen it before.
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My gaze flicked back to the table, hands moving with urgency now. Another photo lay beneath the first. This one was different. It showed an old, weathered house half-hidden behind a wall of trees. It looked like something forgotten.
Beneath the photo, faint words scratched across the bottom. I tilted it toward the kitchen light, squinting like that would sharpen the letters.
Two words floated up from the smudges: “Cedar Hollow.”
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I didn’t have time to process it before I spotted the letter. The paper had the rough texture of an old grocery bag and smelled faintly of mildew. My fingers hesitated as if the letter might burn me. But I opened it anyway.
“This box was meant for you, Evan. It was left with you as a baby at the orphanage. The staff misplaced it, and it was only recently found. We are returning it to you now.”
My legs buckled, and I sat hard on one of the kitchen chairs.
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My elbows pressed into the table as I gripped my head with both hands. I read it again, slower this time as if slowing down would change what it said. It didn’t.
The photo, the baby, the birthmark, the house. This box — this stupid, worn-out box — had handed me the key to a question I’d stopped asking myself years ago: “Who are you?”
That night, I sat at my desk with the photo pinned beneath my fingers. I scanned it, enlarged it, and ran it through cheap online tools that promised “enhancement” but only made it worse.
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Every blurry line made me angrier. Every click of the mouse felt like I was pushing further from the truth.
Weeks passed. My search history turned into a rabbit hole of maps, old county registries, and forum posts full of strangers who “knew a guy” who “might know a place.”
Every lead ended in a dead end, but I couldn’t let it go. So I hired professionals. Real investigators with access to records I couldn’t touch.
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I told myself it was just curiosity. Just a little unfinished business. But I knew better. I knew I wouldn’t stop.
Months passed. The investigators burned through my savings, but I didn’t care. I was chasing something bigger than logic. I stopped taking client calls and ducked out of friend meetups. People asked if I was sick. I wasn’t sick; I was consumed.
Two years later, my phone buzzed at 2:16 p.m. I answered before the second ring.
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“You’re not gonna believe this,” said the investigator. “Cedar Hollow. It’s real, and I found it. It’s a house about 130 miles from you. I’m texting you the address.”
I hung up, hands gripping the phone so tight it squeaked.
It was real… the text with the address flashed up on my screen, followed shortly by a location pin. This was it. I was going home.
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I drove three hours through back roads and half-forgotten highways. No music. No distractions. Just me, the hum of the engine, and the low thump of my heartbeat in my ears.
The house wasn’t hard to spot. It sat at the end of a dirt road, surrounded by trees that twisted upward like bony fingers. The boards on the windows and doors were cracked. Vines crawled up the siding. It looked tired, like it had been holding its breath for years.
I parked the car and got out.
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The air smelled like damp leaves and old bark. My breath came out in puffs of white mist. I walked up to it slowly, one foot in front of the other.
My fingers dug under the edge of a loose board on the back window. It took three hard pulls before it came free, nails popping loose. I hoisted myself through, landing on creaky floorboards with a thud.
The first thing I saw was the cradle.
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It was exactly like the photo. The curve of the wood was identical, and the hand-carved stars on the side were the same. I reached for it, touching the edge with my fingertips.
On the small table beside it, there was a picture frame. A woman holding a baby. Her smile was soft and tired, but there was warmth there. I knew that smile.
I knew it because I’d been waiting for it my whole life.
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“Mom,” I whispered, lifting the picture frame.
The frame caught on something, stirring up the dust. There was a letter on the table, folded neatly like someone had taken great care. My fingers shook as I opened it.
“Someday you will come here, son, and you will find all this.”
I sank onto the floor, my back to the wall.
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My eyes ran over every word, etching them into my mind.
“I am very sick. Your father left me, and I have no relatives. Just like you will not have any, since there’s no way I can keep you now. I’m so sorry, my angel. Be strong and know that I had no other choice. I love you.”
My tears hit the paper.
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I tried to wipe them away, but they left faint stains on the ink. I read it again. Then again.
“I love you.” I wiped the dust off the picture and stared at my mother’s face. I had her eyes and her chin, her letter, and her love, but it wasn’t enough.
Grief only drowns you if you stay under too long. I stayed under for a week, maybe two. Then I did something I never thought I’d do.
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I called a construction crew.
The first day, they thought I was nuts. The place was a wreck, a “tear-down” as one guy put it. But I shook my head.
“We rebuild it. Everything.”
So, they put in new walls, new windows, and new floors. I took out a loan and worked like a man possessed to make it happen, but it was worth it.
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One year later, I stood on the front porch, hands on my hips. The air smelled like fresh pine and clean paint.
But not everything was new.
I kept the cradle. I cleaned it by hand, sanding the rough edges, and staining it until it gleamed. I also kept the photo of her and me and put it on the mantel.
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It took me a lifetime to find it, but I was finally home.
Here’s another story: When Lucy moves into her childhood home, she hopes for a fresh start after her painful divorce. But cryptic comments from her neighbors about the attic stir her unease. The devastating betrayal she discovers up there forces her to flee the house.
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