Stabbed in the back
Jun 04, 2020
4 minutes
Rebecca Pearce, 38, Hull
As my boyfriend Lee, then 33, clasped my hand in his, I smiled.
‘I love you, you know,’ he whispered to me.
‘I know you do,’ I said, kissing him on the cheek.
It was summer 2012 and Lee and I had been together for five years.
We lived together, were practically inseparable.
So sweet and adoring, he made me feel like the only girl in the world.
I’d been his whole world since we’d first met in 2007, in the local shop.
And when Lee had asked for
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