My affair was my escape

Grace, 39, Hertfordshire

Walking into the pub, arm-in-arm with my boyfriend, John, I felt all eyes on us.

See, women were always dead jealous.

Gorgeous, popular, John was a real catch.

And he’d picked me!

I was 24 and John was a few years older and had a great job.

A gentleman, he’d charmed the socks off my parents, too.

So, three months after we met, I moved in with him.

And it was only then that the cracks began to appear.

‘Don’t speak to any men tonight,’ he’d tell me if I went