My Husband’s “Best Friend” Ruined My Marriage With A Sick Lie That Caused My Miscarriage. 10 Years Later, He’s Back To Steal The Child He Refused To Believe Was His. Am I Ever Going To Be Safe?

The Ultimate Betrayal

Then I got pregnant. To clarify, there was no abuse or anything like that in a way that would have been easier to explain to my family and friends. What finally made me open my eyes and realize how much Cassie influenced his life was the fact that he truly believed I was pregnant with my stepbrother’s child.

Take a moment to process how absurd that is. Ezra genuinely thought the baby I was carrying wasn’t his, but that I had cheated on him with Sebastian, my stepbrother. Since I lived in another city far from home, and our relationship before marriage hadn’t been that long, Sebastian and Ezra had only met once before the wedding when Sebastian visited me early in the relationship. The second time they met was at our wedding.

A year and a half after we got married, I flew back to my hometown to celebrate my mother’s 60th birthday. Ezra didn’t want to join me on that trip. A month later, I found out I was pregnant.

I thought Ezra would be happy. He had always talked about wanting a big family with lots of children, and we had friends and family ready to support us. But instead of being happy, the first thing he said was:

“She said this would happen.”

It’s been almost 10 years, and I still remember it with total clarity. I was completely confused. The only explanation he gave me was:

“She warned me, and I should have believed her.”

Instead of being happy, he left the apartment that same night and didn’t answer any of my calls or messages. When he returned the next morning, he gave me two options: abort or divorce.

Leaving the Toxic Life Behind

To save you the details, when I finally managed to get him to explain what was happening, it turned out that Cassie had been filling his head with lies. Apparently, during our wedding, she convinced him that Sebastian and I were behaving inappropriately for step-siblings. That we were too close, too affectionate.

According to her, the way we hugged, how we posed in family photos, and how we spent time together at the reception were too intimate, almost romantic. She even told him that I had likely moved to our city because I was heartbroken after Sebastian got a girlfriend. After our wedding, Cassie spent months filling Ezra’s head with lies about Sebastian and me.

All she had were small fragments of our relationship that she saw on social media since Sebastian lived in another state. But that didn’t stop her. Then, when I traveled alone to see him and came back pregnant, that was all she needed to convince Ezra I was cheating.

Naturally, I denied everything. None of the accusations Ezra believed because of Cassie were true. Sebastian was practically like a twin brother to me. The accusation was not only absurd but deeply offensive. But Ezra didn’t care.

He didn’t care when I offered to take a paternity test. He didn’t care when I showed him medical reports indicating that I was already pregnant before I traveled. He didn’t even care when I broke down in front of him begging him to come to his senses.

It was a tough blow, but I couldn’t ignore it. I packed my bags, requested a transfer at work, and went back home to my real family. All things considered, the divorce was relatively simple. Ezra’s mother had insisted on signing a prenuptial agreement, and the lack of shared assets made the process quick.

Ezra also refused any paternity test and thus signed a document relinquishing any rights to our unborn child. I hadn’t heard from him since then, and now I find out he’s looking for me and our son.

The Stalker Emerges

My concerns are as follows: my current husband, Grant, knows very little about Ezra or how my previous relationship ended. He knows I was married and that it didn’t end well, but that’s it. It’s only a matter of time before Ezra finds a way to contact me.

What am I supposed to do when that happens? Maybe it’s not as bad as I’m imagining, and if that’s the case, don’t hesitate to tell me, but I’m starting to panic a little. This is a chapter of my life I thought was completely closed and I don’t want to reopen it.

With the intention of not attracting more attention than I already have, I’ll try to be even more vague with the details of this situation and of all the people involved. Maybe the word “stalker” is an exaggeration given what has happened so far, which I admit hasn’t been much.

Two days after an old friend warned me that my ex-husband was trying to contact me, I received follow requests on all my social media accounts. Although he hasn’t sent me any messages yet because I haven’t accepted any requests, I fear it won’t be long before they start arriving. He’s even been viewing my LinkedIn profile, which I can see because the platform shows who visited your profile.

It’s clear that he deliberately searched for me. I mustered up the strength and talked to my husband, Grant, about everything I mentioned in my previous post. I told him the whole story about my relationship with Ezra, about Cassie, about everything I endured from him and his family, and finally about his reaction to my pregnancy.

Fortunately, the man I’m married to today is a thousand times better than my ex. He was understanding and gave me all his support as I recounted this never-ending story. When I finished, he was more concerned about finding a way to comfort me than about the fact that I had never told him this before.