Melania Trump sparks wild ‘body double’ conspiracy theory with sunglasses on Election Day

Donald Trump is once again moving into the White House. As of Wednesday morning, networks such as CNN and Fox, as well as news agencies such as the Associated Press, have all called the election for the controversial politician, who held his victory speech late Tuesday with his wife, Melania Trump, by his side.

The build-up to the election has been quite different for the husband and wife duo when compared with 2016 and 2020. Melania was barely seen with her husband for the entirety of this presidential campaign, instead remaining in New York City.

Just what will happen moving forward regarding her moving back into the White House again or not, only time will tell. Interestingly, a debate about whether Melania Trump was really at her husband’s side when Donald cast his vote for the 2024 election has taken the internet by storm. Was it a body double? Well, some say there’s one detail that proves so.

Late Tuesday evening, many television networks and newspapers began projecting President-elect Donald Trump as America’s 47th president. Now it’s done.

He becomes only the second-ever President to win two nonconsecutive terms, and in January will return to the White House once more. Early Wednesday, Trump addressed his supporters from Florida, thanking them for their support.

Donald Trump praised wife Melania Trump during victory speech

“We have a country that needs help, and it needs help very badly. We’re going to fix our borders, and we’re going to fix everything about our country,” Trump said. He added a promise to the American people that “every single day I will be fighting for you,” continuing to claim it would be the “golden age of America.”

Trump was surrounded by his close family, including his wife, Melania Trump, and his children. He and Melania’s son, Barron Trump, just turned 18 and voted for the first time in the election. In his speech early Wednesday, Trump praised Melania, calling her memoir the top-selling book in the country.

“She works very hard to help people. So, I just wanted to thank her,” Trump said.

Melania was at her husband’s side during his past presidential campaigns, but in 2024, it was a whole different story. The former POTUS released her memoir earlier this year, and in its pages openly disagreed with her husband’s stance on abortion, stating that she supported women’s reproductive rights.

“It is imperative to guarantee that women have autonomy in deciding their preference of having children, based on their own convictions, free from any intervention or pressure from the government,” Melania wrote in her memoir Melania.

Why Melania Trump has been absent from Donald Trump’s presidential campaign

“Why should anyone other than the woman herself have the power to determine what she does with her own body?” she added. “A woman’s fundamental right of individual liberty, to her own life, grants her the authority to terminate her pregnancy if she wishes.”

After her husband lost to President Joe Biden in the 2020 race, Melania largely retreated from the public eye. She has remained absent from Donald Trump’s public endeavors, including most of his most recent presidential campaign.

What she’s been up to instead was on many people’s minds, not least Trump voters. During a town hall meeting in February, Fox News Host Laura Ingraham asked Donald if Melania would join him at his rallies. Trump explained that Melania’s dedication lay with their son, Barron.

“They love her, I’ll tell you,” Trump responded. “And you know her. She’s a very brilliant person. She speaks many languages, the whole thing.”

“Her life revolves around that boy, [he’s] so important to her. At the same time, it also revolves around our country and the success of our country. She’s raised a lot of money for charity.”

Barron Trump began his first year at New York University in September. That is reportedly why Melania hasn’t been with her husband on the campaign trail; instead, she has focused on supporting her son.

Melania Trump “not likely” to use White House as primary residence, source says

The former and future First Lady has barely spoken about her husband and his presidential campaign, and many have wondered whether she will accompany him to the White House.

People Magazine spoke to sources “in Melania’s orbit” about it.

“If Melania becomes first lady again, of course people expect her to move into the White House and perform appropriate duties,” a source close to the Trump family said, adding that Melania isn’t keen on relocating to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

“She will have her private living apartment there, and she has her home in New York, and her home at Mar-a-Lago in Palm Beach. She will spend time in all of these places,” the source added, concluding that it’s “not likely” that the White House will be her primary residence.

In the end, on election day, Melania Trump finally appeared by her husband’s side when they went to cast their vote at the Morton and Barbara Mandel Recreation Center in Palm Beach, Florida.

Social media users were quick to comment on Melania’s lack of enthusiasm for being back in the spotlight, with one claiming that she even looked as if she was “attending a funeral.”

Body language expert says Melania Trump looked “solemn”

It wasn’t only social media users on X that had a say about Melania. Body language expert Judi James told the Mirror that Melania’s election day look was very different from her past styles.

“By Melania’s normal standards this is a very subdued, down-played look as she accompanies her rather low-energy-looking husband with his slumped shoulders and face partly-covered by a baseball cap to cast their votes,” Judi told the Mirror. “Her smile seems almost compensatory here as Trump’s facial expression is rather solemn and he graciously and gallantly motions for her to walk in first.”

The body language expert continued: “Melania’s FLOTUS looks tended to be high-vis numbers that became increasingly tailored, high-status power-suits towards the end of their term, so this casual shirt dress with her hair softly flowing to the side has no echoes of that previous stint. The Trump’s mood here might have been self-described as ‘confident’ but that sentiment is not reflected in their body language in these photos.”

So, Melania might not have looked enthusiastic about being back in the spotlight. But according to a new theory, she wasn’t even there at all. The internet went wild over a quite absurd theory that claimed it was, in fact, a body double.

‘Fake Melania Trump’ theory floods social media

Melania Trump wore a chic Christian Dior black-and-white polka dot dress, the same she wore for her Fox News interview in September to promote her memoir. However, as Medias Touch editor Ron Filipkowski shared a clip with Melania stating that she had “been wearing sunglasses inside all day today,” the conspiracy theories began spreading,

Some claimed she had been swapped with a body double for the cameras. “This is absolutely, categorically not Melania,” one X user wrote, as per Daily Mail. “This imposter’s been wearing sunglasses indoors all day.” 

A second said: ‘How is a man who walks around with a fake wife even a contender for president?’ Another X user claimed: “The check didn’t clear in time for the real Melania to make an appearance, so they had to bring the doppelganger off the bench.”

As reported by the Daily Beast, another user stated that several details ‘proved’ it was a “fake Melania.”

“Rings missing, wrong nail style & length, no smile lines in the jawline [or] lower cheek, bust is half the size it should be,” one stated, while another said that the woman in the video looked “20 years younger” than Melania Trump.

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I’m Raising My Twin Grandsons Alone After Their Mom Passed — One Day, a Woman Knocked on My Door with a Terrible Secret

A knock at the door was the last thing I expected that evening. But when a stranger handed me a letter from my late daughter, it unraveled a secret so profound it changed everything I thought I knew about my family.

I never thought my life would turn out this way. At 62, I imagined mornings filled with quiet coffee rituals, tending to my small garden, and maybe the occasional book club meeting with the ladies down the street.

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A closeup shot of a senior woman smiling while standing in her home garden | Source: Midjourney

Instead, I wake up to the pitter-patter of tiny feet, the smell of spilled cereal, and Jack and Liam hollering about who gets the blue spoon. They’re five—sweet and chaotic all at once—and they’re my grandsons.

Their mother, my daughter Emily, passed away last year in a car accident. She was just thirty-four. Losing her felt like losing the air in my lungs. She wasn’t just my child; she was my best friend.

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A closeup shot of a woman laying flowers on a tombstone | Source: Pexels

The twin boys… they’re all I have left of her. Every time I look at them, I see Emily’s bright eyes and mischievous smile. It’s bittersweet, but it’s what keeps me going.

Life as their grandmother-slash-mom isn’t easy. The days are long, and the nights feel even longer when one of them has a nightmare or insists the closet monster moved.

“Grandma!” Liam wailed just last week. “Jack says I’m gonna get eaten first ’cause I’m smaller!”

I had to stifle a laugh as I reassured them that no monster would dare step foot in a house with me in charge.

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A senior woman laughing | Source: Midjourney

Still, some moments break me. Keeping up with their boundless energy, school projects, and endless questions, like why the sky is blue or why they can’t have ice cream for breakfast can be exhausting at times. Some nights, after they’ve finally fallen asleep, I sit on the couch with Emily’s photo and whisper, “Am I doing this right? Are they okay?”

But nothing, not the sleepless nights, not the tantrums, not even the crushing loneliness, could have prepared me for the knock on the door that evening.

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A closeup shot of a woman holding a door knocker | Source: Pexels

It was just after dinner. Jack and Liam were sprawled out in front of the TV, giggling at some cartoon I didn’t understand, while I folded their laundry in the dining room. When the doorbell rang, I froze. I wasn’t expecting anyone. My neighbor, Mrs. Cartwright, usually called before stopping by, and I hadn’t ordered anything online.

I opened the door cautiously. The woman standing there wasn’t familiar. She looked to be in her late thirties, her blond hair pulled back into a messy bun, her eyes red-rimmed like she’d been crying for days.

A blonde-haired woman with tired eyes standing on a doorway | Source: Midjourney

A blonde-haired woman with tired eyes standing on a doorway | Source: Midjourney

She clutched a small envelope in her hands, trembling as if it weighed more than it should.

“Are you Mrs. Harper?” she asked, her voice quiet and unsteady.

I tightened my grip on the doorframe. “Yes. Can I help you?”

She hesitated, glancing behind me at the sound of Jack squealing over a joke Liam told. “I… I’m Rachel. I need to talk to you. It’s about Emily.”

My heart stopped. Nobody talked about Emily anymore, not without treading carefully, like they were afraid I might shatter.

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A surprised senior woman standing in her doorway | Source: Midjourney

And yet here was this stranger, saying her name like a bomb she couldn’t hold any longer. I felt my throat tighten. “What about Emily?”

“It’s not something I can explain here.” Her voice cracked. “Please… may I come in?”

Every instinct screamed at me to shut the door. But there was something in her eyes—desperation mixed with fear—that made me reconsider. Against my better judgment, I stepped aside. “Alright. Come in.”

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A blonde-haired woman looking desperate and sad while standing outside a house | Source: Midjourney

Rachel followed me into the living room. The boys barely glanced her way, too engrossed in their cartoon. I gestured for her to sit, but she remained standing, clutching that envelope like it might explode.

Finally, she thrust the envelope toward me. “Give me the boys! You don’t know the truth about them.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked, utterly baffled by her audacity and the strange demand.

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An extremely surprised woman | Source: Midjourney

Rachel hesitated, clearly sensing my unease. Her hands trembled as she took a deep breath. “Emily told me to give you this if something ever happened to her. I didn’t know where to find you, and I wasn’t ready. But you need to read it.”

I stared at the envelope, my hands trembling as I took it. My name was written on the front in Emily’s handwriting. Tears blurred my vision. “What is this?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Rachel’s face crumpled. “It’s the truth. About the boys. About… everything.”

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A sad woman | Source: Midjourney

“What truth?” My voice rose. The boys stirred at my tone, and I quickly lowered it. “What are you talking about?”

She stepped back like she’d said too much already. “Just read the letter. Please.”

With shaking fingers, I slid the envelope open. Inside was a single sheet of paper, folded neatly. My breath caught in my throat as I unfolded it, bracing myself for whatever was about to come next.

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A closeup shot of a woman reading a letter | Source: Pexels

Dear Mom,

If you’re reading this, it means I’m not there to explain things myself, and for that, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to leave you with unanswered questions, which is why you need to read this letter till the very end.

There’s something I need you to know. Jack and Liam… they aren’t Daniel’s sons. I didn’t want to tell you because I thought it would hurt you, but the truth is, they’re Rachel’s.

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A grayscale photo of a pregnant woman | Source: Pexels

Rachel and I had Jack and Liam through IVF. I loved her, Mom. I know it’s not what you expected from me, but she made me happy in ways I never thought possible. When Daniel left, I didn’t need him—I had her.

But things got complicated. Recently, Rachel and I weren’t on the best terms, but she deserves to be in our boys’ lives. And they deserve to know her.

Please don’t hate me for keeping this from you. I was scared of how you’d react. But I know you’ll do what’s best for them. You always do.

– Love, Emily

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A closeup shot of a person writing a letter | Source: Pexels

The letter was heavy in my hands as though the weight of Emily’s truth had seeped into the paper itself. Emily’s secret life unraveled before my eyes in her neat handwriting, each word cutting deeper than the last.

Rachel sat quietly across from me, her face pale and drawn. “I loved her,” she said softly, breaking the silence. “We even fought before her accident. She didn’t think I’d step up as a parent. She was afraid I’d disappear if things got too hard.”

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A woman in pain closes her eyes | Source: Midjourney

I shook my head, still struggling to process what she was saying. “Emily told me Daniel left because he didn’t want the responsibility of children. That he just… walked away.”

Rachel’s lips pressed into a thin line. “That’s true, in a way. Daniel never wanted to be a father. And Emily… all she wanted was to be a mom. It wasn’t easy for her—she struggled to make that dream come true. But Daniel couldn’t understand that. He couldn’t understand her.

I stared at her, my chest tightening. “What do you mean? He didn’t leave because of them?”

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A back view shot of a man walking away | Source: Pexels

“No,” Rachel said, her voice thick with emotion. “Emily told him everything after the boys were born. She explained that they weren’t his. That they were mine. She even told him about us—about our relationship.”

Tears welled in my eyes. “And he just… disappeared?”

Rachel nodded. “She said he was hurt but not angry. He told her he couldn’t stay and pretend to be their father, not when they weren’t his. Not when she didn’t love him.”

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A worried woman covering her face with her hand | Source: Pexels

My throat felt dry. “Why didn’t she tell me?”

“Because she was afraid,” Rachel said. “She thought you’d never accept it. She thought she’d lose you. She didn’t leave me because she stopped loving me. She left because she loved you more.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. Emily had carried all of this—her love for Rachel, her fears about her family, her struggles with Daniel—without saying a word to me. And now she was gone, leaving Rachel and me to pick up the pieces.

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A senior woman is in disbelief | Source: Midjourney

I wiped my eyes, my voice sharp. “And you think you can just walk in here and take them? After all this time?”

Rachel flinched but didn’t back down. “Why can’t I?” I’m their mom, and I have every right to be a part of their lives. Besides, Emily wanted me to be here. She left me that letter because she trusted me.”

I didn’t reply. I couldn’t. My mind was a storm of emotions: grief, anger, confusion, love. That night, I couldn’t sleep.

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A sad and worried woman lying in bed awake at night | Source: Midjourney

The boys’ peaceful faces reminded me of how fragile their world was, and I knew I had to tread carefully.

The next morning, I invited Rachel back. The boys were eating breakfast when she arrived, their chatter filling the kitchen. Rachel stood awkwardly in the doorway, clutching a bag of storybooks.

“Boys,” I said, kneeling to their level. “This is Rachel. She was a very close friend of your mommy’s. She’s going to spend some time with us. Is that okay?”

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Smiling twin boys | Source: Midjourney

Jack frowned, his little face scrunching up. “Like a babysitter?”

Rachel knelt beside me, her voice steady. “Not quite. I was friends with your mommy when we were in college. I’d like to get to know you. Maybe we can read some of these books together?”

Liam peeked into her bag. “Do you have dinosaur books?”

Rachel smiled. “A whole stack.”

Over the next few weeks, Rachel became a regular presence in our home. At first, I watched her like a hawk, wary of her intentions. But the boys took to her quickly, especially Liam, who adored her silly voices during story time.

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A children’s book lying next to stuffed bears on a rack | Source: Pexels

Slowly, I began to see her love for them; not just as someone trying to fulfill a promise to Emily, but as their mother.

One evening, as we washed dishes together, Rachel broke the silence. “Emily was scared,” she said. “She thought I wasn’t ready to be a parent. And, at the time, she wasn’t wrong. I worked all the time. I thought providing for her and the boys was enough, but she needed me to be present. I didn’t realize it until it was too late.”

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A depressed woman looking at her phone | Source: Pexels

I glanced at her, the vulnerability in her voice catching me off guard. “And now?”

“Now, I understand what she was trying to tell me,” Rachel said, her voice breaking. “I know I can’t make up for the time I missed, but I want to try.”

It wasn’t easy. There were moments when the tension between us boiled over, when I felt like she was intruding, or when she doubted herself. But the boys were thriving, and I couldn’t deny the joy Rachel brought into their lives. Slowly, we found a rhythm.

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Happy twin boys | Source: Midjourney

One afternoon, as we sat on the porch watching Jack and Liam play, Rachel turned to me. “I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused you,” she said. “For keeping secrets. For not stepping up sooner.”

I nodded, my voice soft. “It’s okay, Rachel. I know Emily kept a lot of secrets. But I don’t think she meant to hurt us. She just… she was scared.”

Rachel’s eyes filled with tears. “She wasn’t ashamed of me, you know. She was afraid of how the world would treat us. Of how her family would treat us.”

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A teary-eyed woman holding a tissue | Source: Pexels

I reached out, squeezing her hand. “I didn’t know. I didn’t realize how much she was carrying.”

“She loved you,” Rachel whispered. “She talked about you all the time. She wanted to make you proud.”

Tears welled in my eyes as I looked at the boys. They were laughing, their faces so full of joy it almost hurt to look at them. “She did. Every day.”

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A woman with understanding and warmth in her eyes | Source: Midjourney

In time, Rachel became “Mama Rachel” to Jack and Liam. She didn’t replace Emily or me; she simply became an addition to our little family. Together, we honored Emily’s memory, raising the boys in a home filled with love and acceptance.

One evening, as we watched the sunset, Rachel turned to me and said, “Thank you for letting me be here. I know this isn’t easy for you.”

“It’s not,” I admitted. “But Emily wanted this. And… I can see how much you love them.”

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Twin brothers having fun outdoors | Source: Midjourney

“I do,” she whispered. “But I also see how much they love you. You’re their rock, Mrs. Harper. I don’t want to take that away.”

“You’re not, Rachel I can see that now.”

“Emily would be so proud of you, Mrs. Harper. Of how you’ve handled all of this.”

I smiled, the tears falling freely now. “She’d be proud of both of us.”

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A smiling senior woman | Source: Midjourney

As Jack and Liam ran toward us, their laughter ringing out like music, I knew we were doing exactly what Emily would have wanted—building a life filled with love, warmth, and second chances.

Liked how this story turned out? Here’s another one to keep you entertained: What do you do when love turns conditional? When the baby you carried in your womb as a surrogate is deemed ‘unwanted’? Abigail dealt with that heartbreak when her sister and her husband saw the baby she birthed for them and shrieked: ‘THIS ISN’T THE BABY WE EXPECTED. WE DON’T WANT IT.’

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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