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?

Digital Harassment

Of course, just at that moment, the follow requests intensified. We talked about what to do and decided to block all his accounts on every platform where he found me, which was basically all the ones I have. He had been stalking every corner of my online life.

Luckily, all my accounts are private. I thought blocking him would give me some peace of mind, but then the messages started coming. He created fake accounts to send me private messages on almost every platform. In them, he said he had made a mistake, that he wanted to see me and meet his son.

All the messages were different, but they ultimately said the same thing: he wasn’t going to stop contacting me until I let him see his son. He insisted that the child deserved to know his real father and that having a biological father was better than having a stepfather. He claimed that I couldn’t understand because, according to him, I had always thought that relationships with in-laws were the same as blood relations.

The more I ignored him, the longer his messages became, insisting that he had the right to see his son. He wrote that he would keep creating new accounts and that I couldn’t block him forever. I have no doubt that he will continue trying to contact me. I just hope that sending longer messages is the only way he escalates this situation.

Grant has assured me that we are completely safe and that Ezra won’t do anything really dangerous, but I have a bad feeling about all of this.

A Terrifying Visit

He showed up at my mom’s house. My ex-husband, whom I hadn’t seen in nearly 10 years, showed up at my mom’s door because I wasn’t responding to his messages. I visit my mom every Saturday without fail unless something important comes up. I always take my son with me, but since Friday night, he had slept over at a friend’s house.

This time I went alone. In the morning, I didn’t notice the car parked across the street or the man sitting in the driver’s seat. At least not until I parked in the driveway and got out of the car. That’s when he also got out of his car and walked toward me.

Understandably, I was shocked and afraid when I saw a man standing next to me. But when I recognized him, the fear didn’t go away. He was outside my mom’s house, a place he never visited during our marriage, a place he never bothered to go. His response:

“What are you doing here?”

It was the same as in his messages: he wanted to see his son. He had tracked me across the country, apparently finding the address through shipping records when I moved, just because he wanted to see his son. The same child he once believed wasn’t his.

I don’t know if I was stupid or brave, but in that moment, fear left me and I was overcome with rage. I didn’t care that he had found my mother’s address. I didn’t care that we were in the middle of a neighborhood known for its nosy neighbors. And I didn’t care that I was alone with him for the first time since our marriage ended.

The Truth About the “Son”

I yelled at him with everything I had inside me, throwing every single thing he had done during our relationship in his face. His only defense was that Cassie had manipulated him. He told me he was hurt and vulnerable and believed his lifelong friend.

Apparently, this all started when Cassie almost got married a few months ago and finally confessed to him that she had been lying the entire time. The moment Ezra found out I had been pregnant with his child, he started looking for me. Thankfully, none of our mutual friends gave him my number, so he resorted to finding me online. And when I blocked him everywhere, he had no choice but to find me in person.

He said he was desperate to see his child, but I had bad news for him. He didn’t have a child. The stress of his accusations, the divorce, and moving across the country piled up, and just a few months after we separated, I lost the baby. The child he had given up on never came to be.

Ezra didn’t have a child. My son, Spencer, is Grant’s—my stepson whom I adopted as my own. He has the same red hair as me and a personality just as intense. Because Ezra was right about one thing: for me, relationships with in-laws are just as valuable as blood relations. I have a child, but Ezra doesn’t.

By that point, I’d been yelling so loudly and for so long that my mother and stepfather came out of the house along with several curious neighbors. I don’t know if it was the audience or the shock, but when my stepfather told Ezra it was best for him to leave, he left without arguing.

Maybe I should have told him all of this from the beginning instead of blocking him and ignoring his messages. But how could I have known he would show up here? I just hope that now that he knows the truth, he’ll return to his life far away from me and my family.