Here’s everything you better know aboutPrince William’s frustrationswith Meghan Markle.
And as time progressed, the paparazzi wouldn’t leave Markle alone.
As noted byExpress,another statement was released by Prince Williamweekslater about Markle’s invasion of privacy.
It was rumored William supposedly did not agree with Harry’s rebuking of the press.
“It was the very opposite of a powerful endorsement,” Smith concluded.
The messaging exchange would become just the tip of the iceberg.
So what was the big deal?
He had been auditioning her for a job all those years," Lacey wrote.
Well, that sure sounds juicy.
“Any issues are between the brothers.”
But by the fall of 2018, the experts said that the dynamic between the foursome wasverydifferent.
“The distance is showing us they are clearly not as close as they were,” they claimed.
“Both men look like they would rather be anywhere else but here.”
“Harry felt William wasn’t rolling out the red carpet for Meghan and told him so.
“That’s when the Cambridges invited the Sussexes to spend Christmas with them.”
So what was William upset about?
Well if history shows us anything, it’s that royal births are treated as a big deal.
And she couldn’t have come from a more different world than that of William.”
The authors speculated that because of that reality, Markle prepared herself to be grilled by William.
So what caused everything to go downhill?
“Harry was pissed off,” the source claimed.
“Pissed off that his brother would ask such a thing.
Some felt it was an overreaction.
“Meghan is overcompensating … and if Kate is happy to see Meghan, she is not showing it.
She is seated the furthest away from Meghan and shows no affection from beginning to end.
It’s as if Kate would be glad to see the back of her.”
We donotenvy that situation at all.
“This really is extraordinary,” Fitzwilliams said about the decision.
“It’s totally irresponsible.”
Why did Prince William skip Prince Harry’s virtual birthday celebration?
A sweet gesture, right?
“Hours later, I lay in a hospital bed, holding my husband’s hand.
I felt the clamminess of his palm and kissed his knuckles, wet from both our tears.
Staring at the cold white walls, my eyes glazed over.
I tried to imagine how we’d heal.”
