With Harry and Meghan stepping down from their royal duties and prince Andrew getting estranged from the family, the number of working royals has reduced significantly. Sadly, during the recent months that number lowered even further after Kate Middleton underwent what was described as a “planned” abdominal surgery and King Charles was diagnosed with cancer, forcing both of them to take some time off.
Kate is expected to return to her royal duties not earlier than Easter, while the King shares his time between London, where he receives weekly treatments, and Sandringham, the royal estate in Norfolk, England.
While both royals either cleared their schedules or postponed certain royal engagements, their significant others, as well as other members of the royal family stepped in for them.
Queen Camilla had a tough few weeks where she had to take on a lot of responsibility for the royal family. Among the rest, she led the royal family at the memorial service for the late King Constantine of Greece, and now, according to the Palace, she would also be taking a week off
Camilla is expected to return to her regular duties on March 11, when she is scheduled to lead the Royal Family at Westminster Abbey for the Commonwealth Day service.
During her week off, she would be spending her time with her husband, the King, and the rest of the members of the Firm.
King Charles was diagnosed with a type of cancer following the surgery for an enlarged prostate, but no details have been revealed of the type of the stage of the cancer.

The King himself released a statement recently, thanking everyone for their well-wishes, and then took his time to thank his people once again during his meeting with Prime Minister Rishi Sunak.
When it comes to Kate, the Palace reassured those doubting the severity of her condition with a statement that read, “We were very clear from the outset that the Princess of Wales was out until after Easter and Kensington Palace would only be providing updates when something was significant.”
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“I’ve had so many wonderful messages and cards. It’s reduced me to tears most of the time,” King Charles told Sunak.
“I hear there’s been a lot more attention and interest on those main, wonderful cancer charities, many of which I’ve been patron for years,” he added and laughed.
We Moved Away from My Controlling MIL, but Then a Court Notice Arrived — She Found Us and Claimed We Owed Her Unpaid Bills

I thought we were free. For months, I woke up in our new home, relishing the quiet, the privacy, and the relief of finally escaping my MIL. But just as I let my guard down, a knock at the door shattered that illusion. A lawsuit. A court summons. And the most terrifying part? She knew where we lived.
We had cut ties, erased our footprints, and built a life without her meddling in every moment. So how had she found us? And why was she claiming we owed her money?

An older woman sitting in her house | Source: Midjourney
As I stood there, the court papers trembling in my hands, I knew one thing for certain. Inga wasn’t done with us yet.
***
I ran my fingers along the window frame, staring out at the quiet street.
The house was just a modest rental with a creaky front porch and mismatched wallpaper. Nothing special.
But to me, it was a sanctuary. A fresh start.
Behind me, Max sat on the couch, flipping through a book while our seven-year-old son, Leo, played with his toys. He smiled while moving his toy car, but I could see the shadows under his eyes.

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It had taken months for Leo to start sleeping without nightmares. Years of our lives had been twisted and manipulated by Max’s mother, Inga, who was an expert in control and overstepping boundaries.
I still remember the way she would push her way into our daily lives, no matter how much I tried to set boundaries. At first, she convinced Max that she just wanted to “help out” after Leo was born. She cooked meals, cleaned, and always seemed eager to babysit.
But the help quickly turned into control.

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She made decisions for Leo without consulting us.
For instance, she once cut his hair because she thought it was “too long.” She even fed him snacks we explicitly asked her to avoid.
At night, she would creep into Leo’s room after he had fallen asleep, pressing kisses to his forehead, brushing his hair back, and whispering things I couldn’t hear. I can’t explain how invasive it felt.

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And she never knocked.
It didn’t matter if I was in the bedroom, bathroom, or the kitchen, Inga would just appear. Her presence loomed over our home like a storm cloud, suffocating me with unspoken judgment.
The worst part? She convinced Max that she was only trying to be close to her grandson.
“She’s just excited to be a grandmother,” Max would say whenever I complained. “She doesn’t mean any harm.”

A man sitting on his bed | Source: Midjourney
But I saw it for what it was. Control.
While we were living on her property, she kept everything in her name, including the utility bills, the lease, and even the mailbox.
Every month, she would remind us of how much we owed her, even though we gave her cash for everything. And if we ever disagreed with her? She would weaponize it.
“I do everything for you,” she would say, voice dripping with disappointment. “And this is how you repay me?”
The day we packed our bags to leave, she stood in the doorway with her arms crossed.

An older woman standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney
“You’ll regret this,” she said.
That was months ago. Now, as I sat in our new home, listening to Leo hum quietly while stacking his Legos, I felt something close to peace.
But then… There was a sharp knock at the door.
My heart skipped a beat. For a split second, I imagined opening the door to my mother-in-law’s smirk.
But when I pulled it open, I found a man in a suit holding an envelope.
“Are you Sarah?”

A man in a suit | Source: Midjourney
I nodded.
“You’ve been served.”
My fingers trembled as I took the document. A lawsuit notice. A court summons.
My heart pounded against my chest as I skimmed the accusations: unpaid utility bills, property damage, unlawful departure.
She had found us.
But how?
We had done everything right.
We’d changed numbers and deleted social media. We hadn’t told anyone where we were going. We’d cut her off completely.
Yet, somehow, Inga had found us.

A woman standing in a neighborhood | Source: Midjourney
I turned to Max, my hands clutching the papers. “She knows where we are.”
I showed Max the papers and watched his eyebrows furrow as he read them.
“It’s another power move,” he said. “But this time, it’s going to be her last.”
A bitter laugh bubbled in my throat. “She’s suing us for her bills, Max. Bills that were always in her name. How does she think she’s going to win this?”
Max exhaled sharply. “She doesn’t need to win. She just needs to make our lives miserable.”

A man standing in his living room | Source: Midjourney
And at that, she was succeeding.
I still remember how she told us not to go for a proper contract when we decided to move into her house.
“We’re family,” she said.
And now, she was suing the same family by lying that we didn’t pay her anything.
How could she stoop so low? What was she even thinking?

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A few days later, Leo came home from school looking pale and upset.
“Grandma came to my school today,” he said. “She said she missed me and wanted to talk, but I asked the teacher to tell her to leave.”
My blood turned to ice.
I dropped to my knees in front of him, gripping his shoulders. “She talked to you?”
Leo shook his head quickly. “No. The teacher didn’t let her. But she saw me. She waved at me from the gate.”

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That night, Leo tossed and turned, mumbling in his sleep, trapped in another nightmare.
And I knew this was all because of Inga. This had to stop. I couldn’t let her ruin our lives anymore.
The following morning, I stepped outside to grab the mail. And that’s when I learned about Inga’s final move.
Our mailbox had an electricity bill addressed to Max.
The date? After we had moved out of Inga’s house. She wanted us to pay for electricity we hadn’t even used.

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I gripped the paper and stomped back into the house.
“She’s been running up charges in our name,” I told Max. “This is fraud.”
Max exhaled. “All she wants is to make us look like we’ve committed a grave sin by moving out…”
That’s when I realized what Inga was doing wasn’t just about money. This was about control. About dragging us into court and humiliating us.
But if she thought we were going to roll over and let her win, she was in for a surprise.
The day of the hearing arrived, and as we walked into the courtroom, I saw her sitting there.
She was ready for battle.

An older woman sitting in a courtroom | Source: Midjourney
Soon, the performance began.
“I opened my home to them, I paid their bills, I took care of them… and they left me with nothing but ruin!” she sobbed theatrically, dabbing at dry eyes with a tissue.
I glanced at the judge. He wasn’t buying it.

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But then Inga went for the kill.
She turned toward Leo and gasped dramatically. “My own grandson won’t even look at me now. My heart is broken!”
That’s when Max’s hands clenched into fists. I guess he was done.
“Enough, Mom,” he spoke up. “You never paid for us. You took our money, claiming it was for bills, but you never actually paid them. And you deliberately ruined our rental history.”
He turned to the judge. “And we can prove it.”
I took out the stack of papers.

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The documents had a full record of every payment we had made. It was proof that we had always given Inga the money for the bills she claimed to have paid.
There was also a police report from the day we moved out, documenting Inga’s threats.
And a copy of the new electricity bill dated after we left.
Inga wasn’t ready for this. Her eyes widened the moment she saw us submitting the documents.
“No! This isn’t fair!” she shrieked, scrambling to her feet. “They lied! They manipulated everything! You can’t do this!”

An angry woman | Source: Midjourney
The judge barely spared her a glance. “Sit down, or you’ll be held in contempt.”
Inga’s chest heaved. “I took care of them! I gave them everything! And this is how they repay me?!”
Max exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “We don’t owe you anything. Not anymore.”
The judge’s verdict was swift. Case dismissed.
And then? A formal warning against Inga for harassment.

A judge holding a gavel | Source: Midjourney
Inga lost, and we won. But for some reason, it didn’t feel like a real win. I guess that was because Inga still knew our address, and she could still show up to our house or go to Leo’s school to meet him.
The following day, I told Max something he wasn’t expecting.
“We’re moving. For good this time.”
“What?” he blurted out. “Moving again?”
“That’s the only way to ensure your mother stays away from us,” I said, picking up my phone.

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I called our real estate agent and told him we needed to move somewhere else. Somewhere far away from this place.
Three weeks later, we settled into a beautiful house in a quiet, welcoming neighborhood. Leo laughed more, slept better, and finally felt safe.
Max, too, seemed lighter, especially when he received an unexpected call from a top firm in the area with a brilliant job offer.
For the first time in years, I felt truly free. And this time, Inga had no way of finding us.

A woman looking down | Source: Midjourney
Sometimes, family isn’t about blood. It’s about boundaries.
Sometimes, cutting off toxic people isn’t cruel. It’s survival.
You see, some people will never respect your peace, and when that happens, you have to choose yourself.
What do you think? Would you have handled it differently?
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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