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 Stalking Escalates

Logically, I should have realized that it wouldn’t be that easy to get rid of Ezra. Not after he followed me across the country, desperate to see a child who doesn’t exist. To be honest, when I called him a stalker in the earlier updates, part of me was joking, trying to feel better about his sudden reappearance in my life.

Yes, he had followed my every move on social media where I had an account, but there’s a big difference between being a passive observer and becoming an active stalker. Apparently, Ezra was more than willing to make that leap.

I don’t know why I thought he’d believe me when I told him Spencer wasn’t his son. To be clear, he isn’t. Spencer doesn’t even have a biological connection to me beyond my marriage to his father and my adoption of him. We don’t share blood. The coincidence that we both have the same red hair was something Grant and I call destiny when I decided to adopt Spencer as my own.

However, expecting Ezra to believe me when the main reason for our divorce was precisely that he refused to believe me was foolish on my part. Honestly, I don’t know exactly what I expected from him. Maybe I thought he would simply accept what I told him and disappear forever—that I’d never have to see him again.

After that day at my mother’s house, I started noticing his car everywhere. At first, I thought it was parked near my street, but it was only for a moment, so I assumed I was being paranoid. The second time I thought I saw his car, I mentioned it to Grant. From then on, we both started being more vigilant.

Sure enough, his car kept appearing. Every time we noticed it, he would speed off before we could do anything. Two weeks of that was enough for us to go to the police. We had taken some photos of his car in different places, mostly near my mother’s house and ours.

I thought surely the police would take seriously the fact that we were being watched and followed by my ex-husband, who was convinced that my child was his. Surely they would take some action. Apparently not. Although what we presented might seem suspicious, the police told us they couldn’t arrest someone just for being near us. We had no proof that he intended to harm us and he hadn’t done anything directly against us, so we’re on our own in all of this.

The Kidnapping Plot

I’m happy to report that my ex-husband will no longer be a problem for me or my family. After doing everything we could to convince the police to take preventive action without success, we finally managed to present the necessary evidence for him to be arrested.

As I mentioned in my previous update, Ezra had been lingering around Spencer’s school. The conclusion was clear: he wanted to take the child he believed was his, no matter what I wanted. Obviously, neither Grant nor I were going to let that happen. Fortunately, our neighbor, who was a teacher at Spencer’s school, shared our concern.

It was thanks to her that we managed to stay ahead of things. We knew that eventually Ezra was going to try something; we just had to wait. In the meantime, we informed the school staff about what was happening. We made it clear to everyone in the office that Spencer wasn’t to leave the school with anyone except our neighbor, Grant, or me.

And a few days later, it happened. In the middle of the day, Ezra walked into the school office saying he was there to pick up Spencer on my behalf because there had been an emergency with his grandmother. He even mentioned my mother’s name, probably thinking that would make him more believable.

When the staff told him they would have to call me before releasing Spencer to him, he insisted that I was busy with the emergency and couldn’t be disturbed. When he couldn’t convince them, he pretended he would call me himself and left the building with that excuse.

Of course, he never called. Instead, he sat in his car outside the school waiting. However, the school called me immediately to inform me of everything that had happened, just as we had planned. They also recorded the entire interaction on video.

Ezra Behind Bars

At the end of the school day, they released the students as usual, but they kept Spencer in his classroom with my neighbor. It was then that the police, with the video in hand, arrived to arrest Ezra while he was in his car.

Inside the car, the police found two plane tickets to his home state along with high-powered sedatives. They believe his plan was to use that medication on Spencer to take him away. Ezra was arrested and will remain in custody until his trial, where he will face charges of conspiracy to commit kidnapping, endangering a minor, and any other charges they may add. Finally, our nightmare is over.

It’s been months since my last update. Ezra is in prison. I’m not going to detail all the exact charges against him because I don’t want anyone to be able to discover his real name and track me through this. But I can say he will be in prison for several years, although I would prefer he stayed there forever. The charges include the ones I mentioned in the previous post along with a few additional ones.

Somehow he got away with some charges, which makes no sense to me, but as long as he’s behind bars, I don’t care. He tried to justify the sedatives by saying they were his, which was true because he had a prescription. He had been taking them after he found out the truth. Still, the plane tickets and the whole plan were so disturbing that he might have thought of using them.

In addition to that, we now have restraining orders against him for Grant, Spencer, and me. He will never be able to approach Spencer’s school without being arrested.

During the trial, an official paternity test was conducted that proved once and for all that Spencer is Grant’s son. My medical records were also presented with my consent, confirming that I had a miscarriage a few months after my separation from Ezra all those years ago. Ezra did all of this to end up in prison for absolutely nothing.

Cassie’s Downfall

And do you know what the cherry on top is? Cassie. She showed up at the trial and made a huge scene, pretending to be devastated because Ezra was going to jail. Shortly after, her husband publicly left her.

Apparently, she had been constantly posting on social media in support of him. In her last post, her husband commented that she was free to go support him in prison since she refused to stop talking about him. Some friends from the city have told me that her divorce is already in process.

Of course, I’ve blocked Cassie and all of Ezra’s acquaintances on every platform I could think of. I’ve cut off any possibility of running into them again.

I don’t know if their relationship started while Ezra and I were still married, before we got married, or after our separation, but what’s clear is that she had always wanted to go back to him. The good news for her is that now she’ll be able to enjoy conjugal visits in prison and won’t have to hide from her husband while she does her thing with Ezra. Obviously, it won’t be as glamorous as doing it in a fancy hotel, but not everything in life is perfect, right?

The funniest part is that I found out about all this because Cassie reached out to me via email. Yes, she had the audacity to send me a message full of insults and hurtful comments, as you can imagine. Basically, she tried to rub it in my face that she had won because, in the end, thanks to the lies she put in Ezra’s head, she ended up with him.

I was very tempted to respond and tell her she shouldn’t feel so proud because all she got was a pathetic loser, but the truth is I wanted to be the more mature person in this situation. That’s a lie. I told her, and of course, after sending her my response, I blocked her. I imagined she must have sent more emails full of inappropriate things, but luckily for me, no one is going to read them. What a tragedy, right?

Anyway, although I could have taken the high road, in the end, I couldn’t resist having that last word. Sometimes being a little immature is the best therapy.

A Fitting End

I just found out something I’m sure will leave you all speechless, and I couldn’t wait to get home to write it here. Ezra has been beaten up in prison. Don’t worry if any of you feel sorry for that “gentle soul.” He’s out of danger.

But from what I’ve been told, in prison, they don’t look kindly on men who try to kidnap children, so he received a special welcome to make it clear what they think of someone like him. No matter how much Ezra has tried to play the victim all this time, the rules inside prison are very different. There, his attempts at manipulation and his superior attitude mean nothing, and it seems he has learned that the hard way.