As I opened yet another message on Facebook, I felt sick. ‘So you’re sleeping with your best friend’s husband now?’ it read. Shaking, I typed, ‘Please leave me alone. You’re ruining my life.’ It was 2021 and for the past six years, accusing, scathing messages had filled my inbox. A constant barrage of allegations that I’d had sex with friends’ partners or started sordid affairs. And now, I felt stuck in a never-ending nightmare, living every day in fear of what would happen next.
‘I FLINCHED EVERY TIME MY PHONE PINGED’
It had begun back in June 2015, when I’d gone to visit my late mum’s friend. While I was there, I
