With King Charles’ illness diagnosis and Kate Middleton’s “planned” abdominal surgery, all eyes are on the Firm members.
However, Harry’s visit to Britain garnered a lot of attention. Harry flew back to his native country as soon as he found out about his father’s illness.
The media said that Charles was the one who told Harry about his sickness.
It was said that he had seen Charles, but their encounter was brief since Harry was supposedly not allowed to accompany Charles on his helicopter ride to the royal estate of Sandringham, where he recuperates in between treatments.
It’s unclear exactly what the father and son talked about. However, as many had hoped, it is already evident that Harry’s visit did not pave the way for any more peace negotiations.
It was said that Prince William had no plans to meet his brother, and according to Radar Online, Camilla was upset that Harry had met Charles without the palace’s consent.
Her Majesty was incensed.According to a source who spoke to the National Enquirer, Harry arrived with an attitude and flew in from his opulent California residence without the palace’s authority.
Because of the relationships she was establishing with the British press, that made her dangerous. Additionally, there was a clear desire to exchange information on all sides. Harry stated, “And with a family structured around hierarchy and her ascension to the title of Queen Consort, there was going to be people or bodies left in the street because of that.”
Harry disclosed in an interview with Good Morning America that he hasn’t spoken to his father’s wife in a number of years.
He remarked, “I love every member of my family, despite our differences, so when I see her, we get along just fine.”
“My stepmother is her.” She doesn’t seem like a bad stepmother to me. I observe a woman who married into this establishment and has made every effort to enhance her own image and reputation out of self-interest.
Angela Levin, a royal specialist, claims that Camilla shares Harry’s sentiments and isn’t particularly interested in dating him.
The Duchess used to notice Harry staring at her with a long, chilly gaze out of the corner of her eye and was always very afraid of him. It was a little unsettling to her. “Apart from that, they got along pretty well,” says Levin in her recently released book Camilla: From Outcast to Queen Consort.
The insider went on to say of Harry’s most recent visit: “Camilla has taken it all in stride, but portraying her husband’s illness as a ‘loving son’ publicity gimmick was the final straw.
“I hear she told Harry he’s a disgrace to his father, the family, and the monarchy— and she left no doubt he isn’t wanted back!” is what I’ve heard happened after the father-son reunion.
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I Discovered 13 Mysterious Candles and My Photo in My MIL’s Basement—The Shocking Truth
I Discovered 13 Mysterious Candles and My Photo in My MIL’s Basement—The Shocking Truth
It was just supposed to be a regular family celebration—my mother-in-law’s birthday. But when I went into the basement, I found something shocking: a ritual that made me question everything, especially the woman who raised my husband.
Honestly, this was wild! My mother-in-law has really lost it!
So, here’s what happened.
It was Jane’s birthday party. The whole family was there, and everything seemed fine. People were laughing, drinks were flowing, and she was acting sweet and welcoming.
You know, typical family stuff. I had only been married to Willis for a month, so I was still figuring out the whole in-law situation and trying to get along. But if someone had told me earlier what I was about to find, I would have thought they were joking.
Willis and I were in the living room with the guests when Jane, my mother-in-law, casually mentioned we were out of wine.
“Chelsea, dear, could you and Willis go down to the basement and get some bottles for the guests?” she asked, smiling in that warm but slightly forced way she always did. I didn’t think much of it, so I nodded and followed Willis downstairs.
The moment we stepped into the basement, something felt off. Maybe it was the musty smell, the dim lighting, or just a feeling deep in my gut telling me to leave. There was an eerie silence that hung in the air like a bad sign. I glanced at Willis, but he seemed completely unaware of anything unusual.
He walked straight to the wine rack, chatting about how his mom loved a good Chardonnay, while I lingered by the stairs, looking around. That’s when I saw it.
In the far corner of the basement, past the shelves of old family albums and dusty boxes, was a small table. On it sat a framed photo of… me.
“Uh, Willis?” I called out, my voice a bit shaky.
“What’s up?” he replied, still focused on grabbing a bottle.
“There’s a picture of me over here…”
He stood up, holding two bottles of wine, and walked over, looking confused. I pointed to the table, and that’s when he noticed it too.
“Why is your picture here?” he muttered. That’s when I spotted the candles.
Thirteen candles. Eight were lined up in front of my photo, one in each corner of the room, and one right in the center, right on the floor.
“What the hell?” I whispered, feeling my stomach drop. “Why are there candles? And why are they all around my photo?”
Willis blinked, just as shocked. “I…I don’t know. This is weird.”
“Weird?” I snapped, my voice rising. “This is more than weird, Willis! This is freakin’ creepy!”
I rushed to the table, my heart racing with questions. Why would Jane have a picture of me like this? Was it some sort of ritual? A strange family tradition? Or something darker?
I turned to Willis, my heart pounding, feeling like I had stepped into a horror movie. His face was pale, and his eyes were wide with disbelief, as if he had seen something much worse than just a weird setup of candles and my photo.
“Willis,” I whispered, barely able to speak. “What… What is this? What’s happening?”
He didn’t respond right away. He just stood there, staring at the candles, his breathing shallow. I could see the panic building in his eyes, the kind of fear that freezes you.
“Willis?” I repeated, my voice trembling. “Please, talk to me.”
Finally, he turned to me, his lips parting slightly, but no words came out. After what felt like forever, he spoke, his voice hoarse and shaky. “I… I think my mother’s been using a spell,” he stammered.
“A curse?” My stomach dropped. “What are you talking about?”
He took a deep breath, clearly struggling with whatever awful truth he was about to share. “My grandmother… she was into all this—this dark stuff. Witchcraft, curses, spells. I—I never believed it, but…”
He ran a hand through his hair, his voice almost breaking. “She taught my mom everything. And I think—Chelsea, I think my mom’s been trying to curse you.”
I stared at him, my mind racing. “Curse me? For what?”
I blinked, and there it was: positive.
“Willis!” I shouted, barely able to contain my excitement. “Willis, come here!”
He rushed in, panic flashing across his face. “What? What’s wrong?”
I held up the test, my hands shaking. “I’m pregnant,” I whispered, tears spilling down my cheeks.
For a moment, he just stared at me, his mouth hanging open in shock. Then his face broke into the biggest smile I had ever seen.
“You’re—wait, we’re—” He stammered, pulling me into a hug so tight I could barely breathe. “We’re having a baby?!”
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