
Prince Harry and Meghan Markle didn’t move to the US alone; they brought their son, Prince Archie, with them when they first flew to Canada. In 2021, they moved into their multimillion-dollar mansion in Montecito, California, and welcomed their daughter, Princess Lilibet.
Even though Archie and Lilibet are still very young, they are often talked about in the news. Lilibet recently turned three, but no members of the Royal Family attended her birthday party. People are wondering what kind of relationship Archie and Lilibet will have with their UK-based cousins – Prince George, Princess Charlotte, and Prince Louis. There’s a rumor that King Charles wants to be more involved in the lives of Harry and Meghan’s children.
This fall, Archie is starting kindergarten, and Lilibet is getting ready for preschool. Harry and Meghan have been looking at schools for them, but one US journalist called them “frauds” because of this.
Prince Harry and Meghan Markle moved to the US to have a more private life, away from the paparazzi and the pressures of being part of the royal family. It’s said they knew just days after their wedding that they didn’t want to stay in the royal family for long.
When Archie was born in 2019, they had already started trying to become more private. They didn’t want to be used as “puppets” by the royal family for fans and the media around the world.
Harry & Meghan ‘tricked” reports when Archie was born
In her book The New Royals: Queen Elizabeth’s Legacy and the Future of the Crown, royal expert Katie Nicholl said that Harry was “almost morbidly obsessed” with keeping Archie’s birth a secret, which is very different from the usual way royal babies are born.
Despite many fans and the public wanting to know about the baby, Harry and Meghan’s wish for privacy was ignored and seen as part of the “unwritten contract between the royals and the public.”
Rebecca English, the royal editor of the Daily Mail, mentioned that things were so tense behind the scenes that some officials were reduced to tears out of frustration and despair.
Usually, when a royal baby is born, the parents pose for photos on the hospital steps and answer a few questions before going back to their private life. But according to Katie Nicholl, Harry and Meghan wanted to handle Archie’s birth differently. Instead of openly facing the media, they tricked reporters and photographers.

Prince William, Prince Harry, and William’s children—Prince George, Princess Charlotte, and Prince Louis—were all born at St Mary’s Hospital, where their first baby photos were taken. However, Meghan’s doctor worked at Portland Hospital, so it made sense for her to have Archie there instead.
Prince Archie & Princess Lilibet
An added bonus for Harry and Meghan was that the entrance at Portland Hospital made taking photos impossible due to safety concerns.
“Harry had always enjoyed outsmarting the media,” wrote Katie Nicholl in The New Royals: Queen Elizabeth’s Legacy and the Future of the Crown. She added that Harry and Meghan were thrilled to have their son at Portland Hospital in London before the palace press office even confirmed Meghan was in labor.
Lilibet’s birth was different. She was born in June 2021 in California, where no paparazzi got close. However, it wasn’t long before Harry and Meghan brought their kids back into the public eye.
Two years after Lilibet’s birth, Harry and Meghan announced that they had given their children the titles of prince and princess. While they claim these titles are their children’s birthright, not everyone agreed it was a good idea. Royal expert Angela Levin believes it could have a negative impact on Archie and Lilibet’s futures.
In an article for Sky, Angela Levin said that Lilibet now has a heavy burden because of her parents’ decision.
“It will take a long time for little Lilibet to understand the burden her parents have put on her,” Levin said.

She added that by giving their daughter an official royal title, Harry and Meghan have now “attached her to the British Royal Family,” which they have criticized for many years.
“Why would you want your daughter to go through such trouble?” Levin asked, saying that Lilibet’s daily life will be more difficult because she has the title of princess.
King Charles ‘desperate’ to meet Archie & Lilibet
“Little girls love pretending to be princesses at parties, but if Lilibet is the only real princess in her class, it could cause jealousy that could be avoided,” the royal expert said.
Archie and Lilibet are growing up quickly. Archie turned 5 in May, and Lilibet turned 3 a little over a week ago. On June 5, Lilibet had a birthday party, but no members of her royal family attended. Princess Eugenie is the only royal who has visited Harry, Meghan, and their children in California.
Although King Charles’s relationship with Harry and Meghan is strained, he is reportedly “heartbroken” about not having a relationship with Archie and Lilibet. The King has only met Archie five times and Lilibet once.
Speaking with the Mirror, royal expert Ingrid Seward said Charles’s cancer diagnosis has made his relationship with Archie and Lilibet even more poignant, as he realizes he “won’t be around forever.”
“Family has always been important to the King. He remembers his own fragmented childhood because his parents were always busy with their duties. It is a great sadness to him that he doesn’t see more of Archie and Lilibet,” Seward explained.

“That’s why he will never cut ties with Harry. He doesn’t want to only see his son’s children on FaceTime. He wants to know them and be part of their lives while they are still young enough to learn from him. His cancer diagnosis has made this even more important to him because he knows he won’t be around forever.”
Meghan revealed real reason why Archie will never attend a UK school
Only time will tell what Harry and Meghan’s children will do when they grow up. They can choose any path they want, including working as royals. However, their parents likely plan for them to attend some of the best and most expensive schools in the world.
Their UK relatives have gone to famous schools like Gordonstoun in Scotland and Eton in England. But it’s said that Harry and Meghan wouldn’t let their son go to school in the UK.
In a 2022 article for The Cut, journalist Allison Davis shared a conversation she had with Meghan Markle. Meghan said she didn’t want her son Archie to attend school in the UK because of safety concerns.
Meghan explained that if Archie went to school in the UK, she would never be able to pick him up or drop him off without a crowd of photographers taking pictures. She told Allison, “Sorry, I have a problem with that. It doesn’t mean I’m obsessed with privacy. It means I’m a strong and good parent protecting my child.”

Archie and Lilibet have a lot of time before they start high school or college. For now, they will probably go to a school near their home in Montecito, California, where they live.
Harry and Meghan “inspecting” expensive private school for Archie & Lilibet
One journalist says that Harry and Meghan have started looking at schools in their area, but they’re getting a lot of criticism for their choices.
Richard Mineards from the Montecito Journal told the Mirror that Harry and Meghan checked out a local private school, which is very expensive.
“The couple was seen visiting the school campus last week, getting closer to making a decision,” Mineards said.
He added, “In our area, school fees range from $50,000 to $60,000 or more for older grades, and most students go on to four-year colleges.”
It’s assumed that Harry and Meghan can afford to send their children to private schools. However, not everyone is happy about Harry looking at such an expensive school.
US journalist Lee Cohen has criticized the royal couple, calling them “frauds.” In an interview with GB News, he said it’s “infuriating” that the Sussexes are planning to enroll their kids in an “outrageously expensive” school, especially since they often talk about equality.

Lee Cohen said, “It’s extremely frustrating to hear that Harry and Meghan, who claim to be champions of equality and social justice, are thinking about sending their children to an exclusive, very expensive school.”
Harry & Meghan branded “frauds”
Lee Cohen continued, “Their supposed commitment to equality and social justice is just a show. If they’re willing to send their kids to such an elite, extremely expensive school, they’re not really supporting equality. They’re paying tens of thousands of dollars a year for their children’s education, while many families can’t even afford basic needs.”
Cohen wrapped up by accusing Harry and Meghan of maintaining the “systems of privilege” they claim to fight against.
“Sending their kids to such a prestigious school just shows how fake their claims are. They’re upholding the very privilege they say they’re trying to challenge,” Cohen told GB News.
My Husband Kicked Me Out of the House Because I Couldn’t Calm Our Kids Down While He Was Working

It wasn’t the yelling kids or the endless demands that broke me. It was the moment my husband opened the door, his face cold and resolved, and said, “You need to go.” That’s when everything shifted.
I never thought I’d be writing this, but here we are.
I’m a stay-at-home mom with three kids — Oliver (7), Sophie (5), and Max (3). My husband, Mark, works from home to support us, and for the most part, it’s a good life. It’s full of love, laughter, and the kind of chaos that only small children can create.

Couple with their three children| Source: Midjourney
But last week… last week was different. It felt like everything unraveled, and now, I’m not even sure where I stand anymore. It started like any other day. Mark was on a conference call in his office, trying to close some important deal, and I was doing my usual juggling act with the kids.
Oliver wanted to watch cartoons, Sophie was bored, and Max was, well, being a three-year-old, so everything seemed like a reason to cry. You know, the usual.
“Mommy, I want to watch cartoons,” Oliver tugged at my sleeve, his eyes pleading.
“We just watched some, Ollie. How about we play a game instead?” I suggested, trying to sound enthusiastic even though I was completely drained.

Exhausted woman holding her son | Source: Midjourney
“Games are boring,” Sophie shouted, crossing her arms.
Before I could respond, Max started wailing — no reason, just joining in the chaos like he always did. I could feel the tension building, and so could Mark. I glanced at him through the glass door of his office, and I could see it in his eyes — the silent plea for quiet. But how could I manage that with three kids all demanding something different?
“Shh, guys, Daddy’s working,” I whispered, already knowing it was hopeless.

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“Why can’t Daddy play with us?” Oliver whined, louder this time.
I wanted to scream. I had tried everything: snacks, storytime, their favorite show on repeat. Nothing worked. Their noise level just kept rising, and with it, my stress.
Then, I heard it. The sound of Mark’s office door opening, slowly but deliberately.

A man getting out of his office | Source: Midjourney
I turned, expecting him to say something calming, offer help, or even give me a reassuring look. Instead, his face was tight, his eyes cold.
“Can’t you keep them quiet for five minutes?” His voice was low, but it cut through me like a knife.
My heart pounded as Mark’s words hit me like a freight train.
“I’m trying to manage them, but they just won’t listen!” I pleaded, throwing my hands up in desperation, the sound of the kids still echoing in the background. I searched his face for some sign of understanding, hoping he’d soften, but all I saw was frustration. Deep, simmering frustration.

Frustrated man in deep thoughts | Source: Midjourney
Mark took a deep breath, his eyes wild with anger. “I can’t live like this anymore! You’re not even a mother right now… you’re just… just a woman!” His words cut through the air, leaving me breathless.
“What?” I gasped, my throat tightening. “Mark, what are you saying?”
He ran his hands through his hair. “Just go! Get out of here!” he snapped, storming past me.

Man standing next to his wife | Source: Midjourney
Before I could even comprehend what was happening, he grabbed my suitcase from the closet, dragged it to the bed, and quickly stuffed clothes into it. Socks, pajamas, anything he could grab.
“Mark, stop! What are you doing?” My voice cracked, tears welling up in my eyes as I watched him. “Please, I’m trying my best!”
He didn’t stop. His hands moved faster, almost as if he was afraid he’d change his mind if he slowed down. “You need to take a break from all of this,” he muttered. “You deserve time for yourself, some place away from… this chaos.”

A man holding clothes | Source: Midjourney
I stood there, paralyzed by disbelief. Was this really happening? My husband — the man I shared my life, my home, my children with — was packing my bags, telling me to leave.
“I booked a hotel room for you. Two days. You’ll have time to yourself,” he said, his voice suddenly calmer, as if this were all perfectly reasonable.
My heart raced faster, confusion mixing with a strange sense of relief that I didn’t want to admit to. “You’re sending me away? Mark, I can’t just leave the kids like this…”

Husband and wife having a misunderstanding | Source: Midjourney
He grabbed his wallet, pulled out his credit card, and placed it on my hand. “Take my card. Go treat yourself. Get a nice meal, and drink something fancy. Get a massage, whatever you need. Just go.”
I stared at the card, my mind reeling. This didn’t feel like a gift—it felt like an eviction. But beneath the shock, the guilt, and the tears that stung my eyes, I felt something else: a small glimmer of relief. The exhaustion, the endless days of noise and mess, had been wearing on me more than I realized.
Mark stepped forward, his anger softening just slightly. “This is for you. Please, just go.”

A man and his wife standing on the door | Source: Midjourney
I didn’t know what else to do. With trembling hands, I zipped up the suitcase and wiped away the tears that had started to fall. He gave me a quick hug, a peck on the cheek that felt rushed, and before I could process it, I was in the car, pulling out of the driveway. As I drove away, my hands gripping the wheel, my heart pounded with disbelief.
Was my husband really doing this for me, or was he doing it to get rid of me?

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Arriving at the hotel, I took a deep, shaky breath. The lobby smelled like fresh coffee and soft jazz played in the background, soothing my frazzled nerves. Everything seemed so calm here. It was such a stark contrast to the chaos I had just left behind.
I checked in quickly, making my way to my room with the weight of the past few hours still pressing on my shoulders.
As soon as I opened the door to the small, cozy room, I let out a long sigh of relief. The bed looked like a sanctuary, and without thinking twice, I collapsed onto it, staring up at the ceiling.

A woman laying on bed staring at the ceiling | Source: Pexels
I should’ve been furious, right? My husband had literally kicked me out of the house! But instead, I felt… lighter? The guilt bubbled up, but it was quickly replaced by a strange sense of freedom.
My phone buzzed. It was Mark.
“I can’t believe you kicked me out. This is so surreal,” I typed, my fingers trembling slightly as I hit send.
A few moments later, his reply flashed on my screen. “Just trust me. I know you need this. Let me handle the kids.”
I stared at the message for a while, trying to make sense of it. Could he really handle it? Could I really let go? With a deep breath, I decided to surrender to the moment.

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The first day slipped by in a blur of pampering. I took the longest bath I’d had in years, soaking in the silence. Room service delivered a meal I didn’t have to cook, and I ate in bed while flipping through the book I’d been meaning to read for months.
I felt something close to peace, but in the back of my mind, I couldn’t stop thinking about the kids. How were they managing without me?
That evening, I couldn’t resist. I dialed Mark’s number.
“Hey… how are the kids?” I asked, trying to sound casual, though my heart was racing.

Woman in a hotel room making a phone call | Source: Midjourney
“They’re good,” Mark replied, sounding surprisingly calm. “We had a little talk about respecting you and what it means to be a family. They miss you, Mia.”
I blinked in surprise. “Really? What did you tell them?”
“I told them that you do everything for us, and it’s time they show you how much they appreciate you.” His voice was steady and reassuring.
My heart warmed at his words. It was so unlike Mark to take the lead with the kids like this, to be the one who gave the talk. But hearing it gave me a sense of relief I didn’t know I needed. Maybe he was right after all.

Woman in a hotel room making a phone call | Source: Midjourney
After two days of self-care and relaxation, I drove back home feeling refreshed, but uncertain about what awaited me. I opened the front door, bracing myself for the usual chaos, but instead… silence.
The living room was spotless. Toys that were normally scattered everywhere were neatly put away, and the kids—Oliver, Sophie, and Max—stood in matching outfits, beaming like they were up to something.
“Mommy!” they shouted in unison, racing toward me.
I laughed as I knelt down, gathering them into my arms. “What’s all this? Did I step into the wrong house?”

Woman hugging her three children | Source: Midjourney
Sophie grinned and pointed behind her. “Surprise! We made you dinner!”
I glanced over to see a little table set up with paper plates, juice boxes, and what looked like sandwiches they’d put together themselves. My heart swelled.
Mark appeared, his arms crossed, smiling proudly. “The kids wanted to show you how much they appreciate you. We’ve been planning this all day.”
I stood, tears threatening to spill. “You all did this for me?”

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“Of course!” Oliver exclaimed, his chest puffed out with pride. “We wanted to make you happy.”
Mark walked over and pulled me into a soft embrace. “You needed a break, Mia. And I needed to teach the kids how to appreciate everything you do.”
I blinked back tears and looked up at him. “Thank you. I can’t believe you managed all this.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “It wasn’t easy, but we made it work. Together.”
That evening, as we shared a simple meal filled with laughter and stories, I realized how much had shifted.

Couple enjoying dinner together | Source: Midjourney
After putting the kids to bed, Mark and I settled onto the couch, tired but content. He reached for my hand. “I’m sorry for how I reacted before. I felt overwhelmed and didn’t know how to help.”
I leaned against him, my heart full. “I appreciate you, Mark. Thank you for reminding me of my worth. I love you.”
He squeezed my hand, a soft smile on his lips. “I love you too, Mia. We’re in this together.”

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