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It is 1:27 am on a Saturday night (or Sunday morning, I should say). I’ve never been a fan of social media and the like, and I don’t have any social media accounts for that reason. This is the first time I've ever clicked on my husband’s computer and logged into his Reddit account. It’s the first time I’ve ever logged into his Facebook, Gmail, etc. But tonight, when I saw him sitting at his computer looking at my Facebook page, I had a feeling in my gut that told me to check and see what else he’s been doing.<br><br>I scanned through his emails quickly, but they talked about things I already knew. Nothing that would make me suspicious, just some work-related things and some misses from his family. I clicked on his Facebook tab and again, saw that he was chatting with his friends and family. I was starting to feel a little invasive and bad for snooping, but that feeling in my gut kept me connected to my mouse. Then I saw it.<br><br>Right there, on his Facebook chat list, was my name! It was grayed out and said "offline", but it was there. My heart started racing and I felt like I was going to pass out. How? Why? I didn’t even know he knew how to get to my page. I felt so violated and confused. Did he make a fake account? Did he somehow hack my page? I clicked on my name (or rather, his version of my name) and brought up our chat. I scrolled all the way to the top to see when our “friendship” started and gasped in horror. <br><br>This went all the way back to before we met. I was already pregnant with our daughter and he and I were just talking about getting exclusive. This was before he even told me about his daughter, Emma. My heart hurt so bad as I scrolled through this chat and saw how long this had been going on. Did he know I was pregnant when he met me? How did he even find my page? I had all of these questions running through my head but no answers. I scrolled back to the bottom of the chat and gasped again in horror. It was a picture of me. A picture of me and our daughter. And it was just posted yesterday.<br><br>“Hey there, beautiful. Here is a picture of yourself. You may not know me, but I sure as heck know you. I know a lot about you. I actually know a lot more about you than you know about yourself. You see, I’ve been watching you for quite some time now. I’ve seen the way you take care of that sweet little girl. The way you love and appreciate her every day. She’s such a sweetie, and I can see why you love her so much. I once had a sweet girl too, you know. My name is Kellen and my daughter was named Emma. You remind me of my wife a lot. What you don’t know is that she’s no longer alive, and neither is my daughter. Sweetie, I just know that you are going to make the perfect mommy for my Emma.”<br><br>I gasped out loud and slid back in my chair. Sweetie? Did this man even know me? I didn’t know anyone named Kellen! I was about to close the chat and get into bed when I saw the little "Luke M. is typing..." pop up on the screen. Luke. A man I married. A man I had a child by. The name on his birth certificate. Was it fake? I was so confused and had no idea what to do.<br><br>I closed his Facebook page and brought up his Gmail. I searched for the name Kellen and again, I gasped. There it was. An email from Kellen B. Smith. This man was talking to himself! I felt like I was losing my mind. How could this be? Was he playing some sort of sick joke on me? I opened up the email and saw that it went back months. They were planning something. I scrolled through Kellen’s emails to Luke, but they were all pretty much the same. Just random stuff. Kellen said that he and Luke were cousins and that they hadn’t talked in a while but he had heard Luke had a new baby and wanted to meet her. I was so lost. I clicked on an email that Luke sent to Kellen:<br><br>“Kellen, I think you’ve forgotten things, my friend. You talk about Emma but you don’t even know her. Gaige is nothing like you. I can’t do this anymore. I think it’s time you forgot about my family and moved on with your life.”<br><br>And then there was Kellen’s response:<br><br>“Luke, you know just as well as I do that you are not who you say you are. That this family is not yours. That this child is not yours. I know what happened to your family. I know that you’re not who you say you are. You know what I want, Luke. I want my family back and I want my daughter protected. Gaige is nothing like you. But Emma is. They’ve both been through so much. But I don’t want Gaige to have to go through the same thing that happened to Emma. You know I love her. You know she’s an angel. You know you would do anything to save her, right? You know I won’t hurt her, I would protect Gaige with her life. You know how much I love her. I protected my Gaige! I PROTECTED MY GAAIGE!”<br><br>I was so confused. How could Gaige not be his? Didn’t he know? Didn’t he see her? Didn’t he hear her screams every night? I felt tears coming down my face and my mind was racing! What? What? What? I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know what to do and I didn’t know who to contact. <br><br>What do you think is going on? What should my course of action be here?