Prince Harry and Meghan Markle left the Royal Family frustrated and angered when they decided their time as active members of the monarchy was up. Of course, things hardly got better when they launched a series of allegations against King Charles and co., sparking an ongoing feud that has no end in sight.
Charles was accused of not being a good father by Harry, while her termed Queen Camilla the “wicked” stepmother. Meghan Markle also made a bombshell claim of racism within the Royal Family. The royals have not responded to any of the allegations, and the rift today between the Sussexes and the monarchy is more profound than ever. No one knows if or when it will come to a close, but one rumored to want to protect the royals at any cost is Queen Camilla.
By all accounts Camilla has been very protective her husband where Harry is concerned. Of course, once upon a time, she and the Sussexes got along well, with it said that the Queen Consort tried to help Meghan settle into royal life. Then one event changed everything. Or, more specifically, one picture changed everything – and it prompted the beginning of the end for Meghan’s royal tenure.
When Prince Harry introduced Meghan Markle to the Royal Family, his stepmother, Queen Camilla, had already been a part of the Firm for years. She and King Charles married in 2005 and Camilla – like Meghan – underwent plenty of scrutiny.
Meghan Markle
Harry and Meghan began dating in 2016, but it only took months before the press was all over the then-Suits actress. Ultimately, things reached a point where Harry himself felt he had to take a stand against it.
In a statement issued by the prince’s communications secretary, Harry publicly claimed that Meghan had been the subject of a wave of harassment. The statement outlined how the Duke rarely took formal action over “fictional stories” published in the press but that “the past week has seen a line crossed.”
“Some of this has been very public – the smear on the front page of a national newspaper; the racial undertones of comment pieces; and the outright sexism and racism of social media trolls and web article comments,” Harry’s statement read.
“Some of it has been hidden from the public – the nightly legal battles to keep defamatory stories out of papers; her mother having to struggle past photographers in order to get to her front door; the attempts of reporters and photographers to gain illegal entry to her home and the calls to police that followed; the substantial bribes offered by papers to her ex-boyfriend; the bombardment of nearly every friend, co-worker, and loved one in her life.”
At the time, BBC royal correspondent Peter Hunt said that there were “those in Buckingham Palace who’ll appreciate his pain.” One of those who certainly understood what Meghan was going through was Camilla, who decided to act.
How Queen Camilla tried helping Meghan Markle settling in to royal life
Camilla did her best to help Meghan adjust to royal life. Shortly before her wedding to Harry, Camilla invited Meghan to a private lunch and shared how the press treated her after Princess Diana’s death, as well as how she coped with the pressure.
According to the Daily Mail, Camilla advised Meghan to focus on the positive sides of her role within the Royal Family and “ride out the storm if negative press would occur.”
Charles was said to have offered similar advice to Harry.
However, Meghan appeared to feel differently. In an ITV documentary, she claimed people didn’t care about her well-being, saying: “Not many people have asked if I’m OK.”
“Meg was really grateful to Camilla, who was very supportive and invited her out for private lunches, particularly around the time of her marriage,” a friend of Meghan told the Daily Mail. “She listened to her and understood that it’s really difficult joining the Royal Family from an otherwise ‘normal’ life.”
The friend added: “Much like Meghan, Camilla had experienced a lot of negative press and hostility from courtiers due to her relationship with Charles when he was still married to Diana.”
“She was very sensitive to Meghan and provided her with support, advising her to ride out the storm and that it would all pass – but ultimately Meghan didn’t listen.”
“She tries very hard to make people welcome”
Meanwhile, a palace aid told the Mail that Camilla understood what it was like for one to come from a “normal life” before suddenly finding themselves in the world’s loftiest, most famous royal family.
“As a consequence, she tries very hard to make people welcome and help them find their feet, and has done so for many years,” the palace source said.
“Her consciously offering to mentor and guide is something that she really does try and do. That applies to many people, not just the Duchess of Cambridge and the Duchess of Sussex.”
That Harry and Meghan’s future didn’t lie with the Royal Family became apparent in the year after their 2018 wedding. Some experts claim that the couple thought about possibly leaving just days after the wedding, but in any case, in January 2020, the statement that they wouldn’t stay on as senior working members of the Royal Family was released.
Meghan Markle then made several bombshell accusations against the royals in the now-infamous Oprah Winfrey interview of 2021, citing why she and Harry felt they couldn’t stay. Although the royals haven’t commented on any of the accusations made by the Sussexes, it sadly appears there were other reasons as to why their position within the monarchy became untenable.
One negative aspect of their royal tenure was that Meghan and Kate Middleton didn’t get along, but the former’s relationship with Camilla also reportedly went down the drain.
Meghan Markle ‘sparked a war‘ with Queen Camilla over pictures
But whose fault was that? One story concerns a picture that was said to have made Camilla furious, marking the beginning of the end.
In 2020, just weeks before the Sussexes left royal life behind, Camilla was scheduled to attend the 10th Anniversary of the Women of the World festival. There, she was to deliver a speech, and it was reported that Meghan promised not to stand in her way.
The Mirror wrote that Camilla and her team had planned the event for over a year. But once there, Meghan stole the spotlight, which upset Camilla.
“Camilla’s work is very important to her and her decision to highlight the scourge of domestic violence at the 10th anniversary of Women of the World was a carefully thought-out plan,” a royal insider said.
“Of course it was known Harry and Meghan would be doing engagements this week, some privately, but everyone was in agreement that Camilla’s speech should take precedence. Unfortunately some people had other ideas.”
Meghan was accused of stealing Camilla’s spotlight by releasing pictures of herself at the event on the same day. As per the Daily Mail, Buckingham Palace had urged royal correspondents to focus on Camilla and not Meghan, but that didn’t happen.
“These kinds of ‘clashes’ are inevitable”
The Duchess reportedly insisted on publishing the photos and was to blame as they were ‘hastily’ published.
Speaking with The Sun last year, royal expert Duncan Larcome said Camilla’s irritation about the pictures is understandable.
“The ‘men in grey suits’ are at pains to avoid diary clashes and the prospect of one member of the family outshining the other on the same day. Camilla would be justified at being miffed to say the least. But as Harry and Meghan continue their work without any regard for the rest of the work of the Royal Family, these kinds of ‘clashes’ are inevitable,” he said.
Camilla has become a symbol for the Royal Family, not least because she has taken on a massive amount of responsibility amid King Charles’ cancer diagnosis and recovery. Harry and Meghan, meanwhile, are still working on rebuilding their image, so it could be argued that Camilla has gotten her revenge.
Harry and Meghan signed a massive deal with Spotify years ago. However, the deal ended in a fiasco, as Meghan’s Archetypes podcast was shut down, and their entire Spotify deal canceled.
In the case of Queen Camilla, podcasts appear to be her thing.
Queen Camilla’s ‘revenge’ on Meghan Markle
In 2021, Camilla launched a new initiative called The Duchess of Cornwall’s Reading Room, a book club about reading recommendations and more. It was founded during the pandemic, became a huge success, and eventually a podcast.
“Camilla’s podcast has been a great success. She has proven many times over she can bring in any of the big names from the world of the arts she wants,” Editor-in-chief of Majesty Magazine Ingrid Seward told The Sun.
“Given Meghan’s apparent disinterest in Queen Camilla, I doubt if she has a nice word to say about her or her podcast.”
According to Denise Palmer Davies, brand expert and director of Borne Media, Camilla’s success is the “perfect revenge” on Meghan.
“After all the hurtful things Harry has said about Camilla, she has finally got her own back on them, she told The Sun. “I bet Meghan, in particular, will be livid over the whole thing and probably a bit embarrassed that hers fell at the first hurdle.”
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During an Argument, My Wife Said I Wasn’t Our 15-Year-Old Son’s Biological Father — None of Us Saw It Coming
They say life can change in an instant. Mine changed over a forgotten trash bag and a silly argument. One minute I was Dave, husband of Julia and father of Evan… the next, I was just Dave, a man whose entire identity had crumbled when my wife accidentally revealed I wasn’t our son’s real father.
The evening started like any other Tuesday. I’d just gotten home from work, tie loosened and sleeves rolled up. The house smelled like garlic and basil… Julia was making her signature pasta. Our son Evan’s backpack was tossed by the door, soccer cleats leaving small clumps of dirt on the mat.
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“Hey, bud,” I called out, hearing the familiar sound of video game blasters from the living room. “How was practice?”
Evan didn’t look away from the screen. At 15, he was the perfect blend of Julia and me… with dark hair that never quite behaved and eyes that crinkled at the corners when he laughed.
“Coach says I might start on Saturday,” he said, thumbs flying over the controller.
I ruffled his hair as I passed. “That’s great! I’ll be in the front row, embarrassing you with my cheering.”
“Dad, please don’t bring the air horn again.”
“No promises!” I laughed, heading to the kitchen.
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Julia stood at the stove, stirring sauce. I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind, kissing her neck. Seventeen years of marriage and the sight of her still made my heart skip.
“Hey, you,” she said, but something in her voice was tight and controlled.
“Everything okay?”
“Just a long day. Can you take out the trash? It’s overflowing.”
I glanced at the bin. “Didn’t we agree Evan would handle trash duty this week? Part of that responsibility talk we had?”
Julia’s shoulders tensed. “Just do it, Dave. I’ve been asking him all day.”
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“He needs to learn—”
“For God’s sake!” She slammed the wooden spoon down. “Why does everything have to be a teaching moment? Just take out the damn trash!”
Evan appeared in the doorway, his controller forgotten. “Mom? Dad? What’s going on?”
“Your father thinks I should be the household trash enforcer on top of everything else I do around here.”
I held up my hands. “That’s not what I said. We agreed as a family—”
“Oh, now you care about family agreements? That’s rich coming from you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
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She jabbed a finger at me. “You’re lecturing me about responsibility? You, who forgets to pay the electricity bill but remembers every detail of your fantasy football league?”
Evan shifted uncomfortably. “I’ll take out the trash. It’s not a big deal.”
“No,” Julia snapped, turning on him. “You had all day to do it. All day! I shouldn’t have to remind you FIFTY times. You’re just like him.”
I stepped between them. “Don’t talk to him like that.”
“So you’re gonna tell me how to talk to MY son?” Julia snapped.
“Mom, stop shouting at Dad for no reason.” Evan stepped forward. “Dad, it’s okay. I’ll do it.”
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Julia threw her hands up. “Oh, so you two are teaming up against me now? Trying to turn Evan against me?! Well, just so you know, Dave… you’re NOT even his real father!”
The kitchen went silent as the sauce on the stove bubbled and popped in the stillness.
My face drained of color. “What did you just say?”
Julia’s hands flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with horror at her own words. “I… honey… I didn’t mean for it to happen this way.”
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“Is it true?”
She couldn’t meet my eyes. “Dave, I’m sorry.”
Evan backed out of the kitchen, shaking his head. “No, no… no. This can’t be. You’re lying. You have to be lying.”
Before either of us could move, he turned and bolted. The front door slammed, rattling the windows.
“Evan!” I ran after him.
***
Night had fallen by the time I found him on the bench at Rivers Meadow Park. His shoulders were hunched and his face was streaked with tears.
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“Hey, buddy,” I said softly, approaching like he was a wounded animal that might bolt.
He didn’t look up. “Is it true?”
I sat on the bench beside him, the wood creaking under my weight. “I don’t know, buddy. I found out when you did.”
“How can you not know? She’s your wife.”
“Sometimes…” I struggled to find words that wouldn’t make things worse. “Sometimes adults make mistakes. Big ones.”
“So am I a mistake?” His eyes finally met mine, red-rimmed and piercing.
“No.” I reached for his hand. “You are the best thing that ever happened to me. That’s the one thing I’m sure of right now.”
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He pulled away, staring at his sneakers. “My whole life is a lie.”
“Not our life together. Not the camping trips or the science projects or the way you laugh at my terrible jokes. None of that was a lie, Evan.”
A tear slid down his cheek. “I don’t know who I am anymore.”
“You’re Evan. You’re the kid who saved that baby bird last summer even though everyone said it would die. You’re the friend who stood up to those bullies when they were picking on Max. You’re the son who made me breakfast in bed on my birthday and burned the toast but I ate it anyway because you tried so hard.”
A ghost of a smile flickered across his face. “It was pretty burned.”
“Like charcoal. But I didn’t care. Because you made it.”
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As we walked home, his hand found mine for the first time in years since he’d decided he was too old for that. I held on tight, terrified of what waited for us at home.
“Dad?”
“Yeah?”
“No matter what she says… you’re my dad. Okay?”
I nodded, but a question lingered in my mind—who was Evan’s real father?
***
Julia sat at the kitchen table when we walked in, a half-empty glass of wine in front of her. The pasta had been dumped in the trash.
“Thank God!” she exclaimed. “I was about to call the police.”
“We’re fine,” I said flatly. “Physically, anyway.”
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Evan stood awkwardly, looking between us. “I’m going to my room.”
“Wait,” Julia pleaded. “We need to talk about this… as a family.”
“Are we even a family?” he shot back.
“Of course we are. Nothing changes that.”
“Everything changes that, Mom! Did you cheat on Dad? Is that what happened?”
“It’s complicated, honey.”
“No, it’s not. It’s a yes or no question.”
Julia’s face crumpled. “It was before we were married. Your dad and I were on a break.”
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I felt sick. “A break? We were engaged, Julia. We had a fight and I stayed with my brother for two weeks. That’s not a break.”
“I thought you weren’t coming back, Dave. I was hurt and confused and—”
“Who is it?” I demanded.
She looked up, her eyes full of tears. “Alex.”
The floor seemed to tilt beneath me. “ALEX? My best friend Alex? The guy who stood next to me at our wedding?”
She nodded miserably.
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“How long have you known?”
“I thought Evan was yours. I really did. But two years ago, Alex got drunk at that New Year’s party, and he said something about Evan’s smile and chin looking like his mother’s. And the timeline… it suddenly made sense. I then took a DNA test… and…”
“Two years?? You’ve known for two years and said NOTHING?”
“I was afraid! I didn’t want to lose you or destroy our family over something that happened so long ago.”
Evan slumped on the couch. “Does he know about me?”
“He… suspected. But we never talked about it sober.”
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I ran my hands through my hair, trying to process the betrayal. “I need some air.”
“Dad, don’t go,” Evan pleaded. “Please.”
I looked at my son… because no matter what, he was my son. I couldn’t leave him. Not now.
“I’ll stay. But I’ll be sleeping in the guest room.”
***
The next day, Julia dropped another bombshell. “I called Alex. He’s coming over.”
I nearly choked on my coffee. “Here? Today?”
“We need to sort this out. All of us.”
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“I can’t believe you did that without asking me.”
“I thought—”
“That’s the problem, Julia. You keep making these massive decisions without me. First hiding this for years, now inviting him into our home?”
Evan set down his cereal spoon. “I want to meet him.”
Both Julia and I turned to him in surprise.
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“Are you sure, buddy?” I asked gently.
He nodded, his jaw set with determination. “If he’s… you know… I want to see him. To know.”
An hour later, Alex stood awkwardly in our living room. My best friend since college. The best man at my wedding. The godfather to my son… his son by blood but mine by heart.
“Dave,” he said, extending his hand.
I stared at it until he dropped it.
“You knew?” I asked.
He had the decency to look ashamed. “I suspected. But I wasn’t sure until Julia called this morning.”
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Evan stepped forward, studying Alex’s face. The resemblance I’d never noticed before suddenly hit me—the shape of the jaw and the set of the eyes. God, they looked like copies of each other.
“Did you ever want to know me?” Evan asked bluntly.
Alex blinked, taken aback by the directness. “I… I convinced myself you were Dave’s. It was easier that way. For everyone.”
“Except now?” I said bitterly.
“Can we talk alone?” Alex asked me.
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We stepped into the backyard, where he immediately started apologizing. “Dave, man, I never meant for any of this to happen. It was one night. We were wasted, you and Julia had broken up—”
“We weren’t broken up. We had a fight.”
“That’s not how she told it.”
I laughed. “And you didn’t think to check with me? Your best friend?”
“I was messed up back then. You remember what I was like after Melissa left me and moved back to Japan.”
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“Don’t you dare make excuses,” I growled. “You slept with my fiancée and then stood next to me at my wedding knowing what you’d done.”
“I’m sorry, man. I don’t know what else to say.”
“Get out of my house.”
“Dave, man, please…”
“Leave. Now.”
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The weeks that followed were a blur of pain, rage, and long conversations late into the night. Julia moved into the guest room and Evan withdrew into himself.
One night, I found him sitting on the front steps, staring at his phone.
“Whatcha looking at?” I asked, sitting beside him.
He hesitated, then showed me the screen. It was Alex’s social media profile.
“He coaches Little League. And he has a dog named Rusty.”
A pause, then: “I want to talk to him again. Would that be okay?”
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Every instinct in me wanted to say no and protect what was left of our family. But I looked at my son, his confusion, and his need for answers. And knew I couldn’t stand in his way.
“If that’s what you need, then yes. It’s okay.”
He leaned against my shoulder the way he used to when he was little. “Would you come with me?”
“Always, bud.”
***
Two days later, we met Alex at a quiet diner downtown. I sat at the counter, pretending to read the paper while they took a booth nearby. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I could see Evan’s serious face, his hands gesturing as he talked. Once or twice, they even laughed.
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After about an hour, Evan slid out of the booth and came over to me.
“Ready to go?” I asked.
He nodded. “Yeah.”
Outside, as we walked to the car, he finally spoke. “He’s okay, I guess. But he’s not you.”
I glanced at him. “What do you mean?”
“He doesn’t know that I hate mushrooms or that I sleep with two pillows. He’s never helped me with my science homework or taught me how to change a tire.”
Evan kicked a stone on the wet sidewalk. “He may be my biological father, but you’re my dad… my REAL DAD. My hero.”
I stopped walking, overwhelmed by emotion.
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“I know this whole thing sucks, Dad. But I want you to know that nothing’s changed for me. You’re still my dad. You’ll always be my dad. Always.”
My eyes welled up. I opened my arms without thinking, and Evan stepped right into them. I held him tight, breathing him in like I could somehow hold him together just by holding him close.
After a long minute, we pulled apart.
“Let’s go home, buddy.”
***
Summer faded into fall. Julia and I tried counseling, but some fractures can’t be repaired. By Halloween, we’d agreed to separate.
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“I never wanted to hurt you,” she said as she packed her things. “Either of you.”
“I know. But intentions don’t change outcomes.”
She paused, holding a framed photo of the three of us at the beach years ago. “What happens now?”
“Now we try to be better co-parents than we were spouses.”
“And us?”
I looked at the woman I’d loved for nearly two decades. “There is no us anymore, Julia. Not like before.”
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She nodded, wiping away tears. “Evan wants to stay with you.”
“He told you that?”
“He didn’t have to. I know my son.” She set down the picture. “He needs stability right now, and that’s you. It’s always been you.”
After she left, Evan and I ordered pizza and ate it straight from the box while watching his favorite sci-fi show. Neither of us mentioned the empty spaces in the closets or the missing photos from the walls.
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“Are you going to be okay?” he asked during a commercial break.
I considered lying, saying everything was fine. But we’d had enough lies.
“Not right away, bud. But eventually. How about you?”
He shrugged. “Same, I guess. It’s weird… I’m sad but also kind of relieved. Like we can stop pretending now.”
“Yeah! I get that.”
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He grabbed another slice of pizza. “For what it’s worth, I think you and Mom might be better apart. You haven’t seemed happy together in a long time.”
“When did you get so wise?”
“Must have gotten it from my dad,” he said with a small smile. “My dad… Dave!”
Life wasn’t what I’d planned, but plans are overrated anyway. What matters is love… not the romantic kind that fades or changes, but the steady kind that shows up every day. The kind that burns toast, plays video games, and struggles through algebra homework together.
The kind that has nothing to do with DNA and everything to do with choice.
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