MY ‘PERFECT’ HUSBAND WAS A SECRET PAEDOPHILE
I kicked myself. I was supposed to be viewing a house, but I’d arrived at the address late and missed my appointment.
Irritated, I was just about to leave when the door to the neighbouring house swung open.
‘Hi,’ said the man. ‘I’m David. Are you here for a viewing?’
‘Yes,’ I replied, ‘but I missed it.’
‘Well, if you just want to see the layout, you’re welcome to have a look around mine,’ he offered. ‘They’re all the same around here.’
He seemed friendly enough so I went inside.
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