According to a royal expert, the late Prince Philip had a rather pointed nickname for the Duchess of Sussex, and it wasn’t so kind.
The nickname suggested a comparison to Wallis Simpson, the controversial wife of the former King Edward VIII, drawing parallels between Meghan Markle and Wallis, both American and divorced when they married into the royal family.
Prince Philip supposedly referred to Meghan with a name that made reference to this connection.
Wallis Simpson and King Edward VIII
Wallis Simpson, an American divorcée who became the Duchess of Windsor, was one of the most controversial royal figures in recent history after King Edward VIII decided to abdicate the throne in December 1936 (after less than a year as a monarch) to be able to marry her.
At the time, royals were prohibited from entering into a marriage with a divorced person – a rule that did not change until 2002, just three years before the then-Prince Charles married Camilla, per the Royal Observer.
Following King Edward and Wallis Simpson’s marriage, they were not allowed to return home without the permission of his brother, the new King George VI, as there were fears it could potentially cause public unrest, Vogue detailed.
During their years of exile, the Duke and Duchess of Windsor constantly attracted headlines – with one of their most shocking incidents occurring in 1937 when they visited Nazi Germany and were photographed giving the notorious Nazi salute upon meeting Adolf Hitler.
Prince Philip’s brutal nickname
Royal biographer Ingrid Seward shed light on Prince Philip’s perspective during an interview with GB News, suggesting that he thought Meghan and Wallis Simpson had many similarities, leading to the adoption of a discreet nickname for the Duchess of Sussex.
Allegedly Prince Philip, who Seward says was known for his astute judgment of character, couldn’t overlook the resemblances between Meghan and Prince Harry and Edward and Mrs. Simpson.
“I think that Prince Philip was very canny about people and he didn’t always see bad in people, he often tried to see the good in them,” Seward said.
“He just could not get away from the similarities between Meghan and Harry and Edward and Ms Simpson, which his why he used to call her the Duchess of Windsor. Not to her face though, he used to call her DOW,” she added.
In her book ‘My Mother and I‘, Seward delved further into Prince Philip’s reservations about Meghan, describing him as “wary” of the former Suits actress and her potential impact on the royal family.
While Prince Philip saw Meghan as potentially disruptive, Queen Elizabeth II held “high hopes” for her, indicating differing perspectives within the royal family regarding Meghan’s role and influence.
Prince Harry and Meghan Markle left royal life
Since stepping back from their royal duties in 2020 and relocating to California, Meghan and Harry have maintained a relatively low profile within the royal sphere.
While Harry is set to visit the UK for the 10th anniversary of the Invictus Games, with a service to be held at St. Paul’s Cathedral on May 8, according to the Daily Express. Meghan is expected to remain in the US, citing safety concerns and a desire to avoid stirring up controversy.
Despite occasional returns to the UK for significant events like Queen Elizabeth II’s funeral in 2022, Meghan has opted out of attending others, such as King Charles III’s coronation, which Harry attended alone last year.
It’s clear that Meghan is choosing to prioritizing her safety and peace amidst constant scrutiny and public interest in her relationship with the royal family.
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I Was Shocked When My Wife Gave Birth to a Black Baby – The Reason Changed Everything!
Brent’s life turns upside down when his wife gives birth to a baby with dark skin, causing shock and accusations in the delivery room. As doubt and feelings of betrayal threaten to break their family apart, Brent faces a choice that will test their love and trust forever.
After five years of trying, Stephanie and I were finally going to be parents. Stephanie held my hand tightly as she endured another contraction, but her face was calm and focused.
When the first cry filled the room, I felt a mix of relief, pride, and love all at once. I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until I let it out in a shaky sigh.
Stephanie reached out, eager to hold our baby, but when the nurse placed the tiny bundle in her arms, the mood shifted.
Stephanie stared at the baby, her face losing color, her eyes wide with shock.
“That’s not my baby,” she gasped, her words catching in her throat. “That’s not my baby!”
I blinked, confused. “What do you mean? Steph, what are you talking about?”
She shook her head as the nurse explained that they hadn’t cut the umbilical cord yet, so this was definitely our baby. Stephanie looked like she wanted to push the baby away.
“Brent, look!” Her voice rose in panic. “She’s… she’s not… I never…”
I looked down at our baby and felt my world tilt. Dark skin, soft curls. It felt like the ground had been pulled out from under me.
“What the hell, Stephanie?” My voice sounded sharp and accusing.
The nurse flinched, and I noticed our families frozen in shock.
“It’s not mine!” Stephanie’s voice broke as she looked at me, tears in her eyes. “It can’t be. I never slept with anyone else. Brent, you must believe me.”
The tension in the room felt heavy, and everyone quietly slipped away, leaving just the three of us. I should’ve stayed, but I couldn’t bear the feeling of betrayal.
“Brent, wait!” Stephanie’s voice called out as I marched toward the door. “Please, don’t leave me. I swear, I’ve never been with anyone else. You’re the only man I’ve ever loved.”
Her honesty made me stop. I turned to her. This was the woman I’d loved for years. Could she really be lying to me now?
“Steph,” I said softly, despite the storm inside me. “This doesn’t make sense. How… how do you explain this?”
“I don’t understand it either, but please, Brent, you have to believe me.”
I looked back at the baby in her arms. The skin and hair were still a shock, but then I saw it: she had my eyes and a dimple on her left cheek, just like me.
I stepped closer and cupped Stephanie’s cheek. “I’m here. I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m not leaving you. We’ll figure this out together.”
She collapsed against me, sobbing, and I held my wife and daughter tightly. I’m not sure how long we stayed like that, but eventually, Stephanie began to nod off, exhausted from labor and the stress of the situation.
I gently untangled myself from them and said, “I just need a minute. I’ll be right back.”
Stephanie looked up at me, her eyes puffy and red, and nodded. I knew she was scared I wouldn’t return, but I needed to clear my head.
I stepped out into the hallway, the door clicking softly behind me, and took a deep breath. But it didn’t help. I needed more than just air. I needed answers.
“Brent,” a familiar voice called, cutting through my thoughts.
I looked up to see my mother standing by the window at the end of the hall, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her face was set in a disapproving line that used to scare me as a kid.
“Mom,” I greeted her, but my voice was flat. I didn’t have the energy for any lecture.
She didn’t waste time. “Brent, you can’t stay with her after this. You saw the baby. That’s not your child. It can’t be.”
“She is my child; I’m sure of it. I—” My voice faltered because I wasn’t entirely sure. That doubt was eating at me.
Mom moved closer, her eyes narrowing. “Don’t be naive, Brent. Stephanie has betrayed you. You need to wake up.”
Her words hit me hard. I wanted to shout at her, to say she was wrong, but I couldn’t. Some part of me whispered that maybe she was right.
“Mom, I… I don’t know,” I admitted, feeling the ground slip away beneath my feet. “I don’t know what to think right now.”
She softened slightly, reaching out to touch my arm. “Brent, you need to leave her. You deserve better than this. She’s clearly not who you thought she was.”
I pulled away from her. “No, you don’t get it. That’s my wife and daughter in there. I can’t just walk away.”
Mom gave me a pitying look. “Brent, sometimes you have to make hard choices for your own good. You deserve the truth.”
I turned away. “Yeah, I do deserve the truth. But I’m not making any decisions until I have it. I’m going to find out what’s going on, and whatever I discover, I’ll deal with it. But until then, I’m not giving up on Stephanie.”
She sighed, clearly unhappy with my answer, but didn’t push further. “Just be careful, Brent. Don’t let your love for her blind you.”
With that, I walked away. I couldn’t stand there and listen to any more doubts. I made my way down to the hospital’s genetics department, every step feeling heavier.
When I reached the office, my heart was pounding, reminding me of what was at stake.
The doctor was calm and explained the DNA test process like it was routine. But for me, it was anything but.
They took my blood and swabbed the inside of my cheek, promising results as soon as possible.
I spent those hours pacing the waiting area, replaying everything in my head. I thought about Stephanie’s desperate look, her need for me to believe her.
And the baby with my eyes and dimples. My heart held onto those details like a lifeline. But my mom’s voice kept telling me I was a fool for not seeing the truth.
Finally, the call came. I could barely hear the doctor’s voice over the roar of blood in my ears. But then the words cut through: “The test confirms that you are the biological father.”
Relief washed over me, followed by guilt so sharp it made me catch my breath. How could I have doubted her? How could I have let suspicion cloud my mind?
But the doctor wasn’t finished.
She explained recessive genes and how traits from generations back could show up in a child. It made sense, but it didn’t erase my shame for not trusting Stephanie.
The truth was clear
I made my way back to the room, the results in my hand like a lifeline.
When I opened the door, Stephanie looked up, hope shining in her eyes. I crossed the room quickly and handed her the paper.
Her hands trembled as she read, and then she broke down in tears of relief.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “I’m so sorry I doubted you.”
She shook her head, pulling me close, our daughter nestled between us. “We’ll be okay now,” she said softly.
As I held them both, I made a silent vow: no matter what came our way, I would protect my family. This was my wife and my child, and I would never let doubt or judgment come between us again.
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