Christmas Day sex tape shocker!: He made my family watch
One moment Sam Wilson, 46, was preparing for family festivities – the next, her life was under threat
I wasn’t going to let Michael ruin another Christmas
s I finished up my work for the day, I heard my boyfriend shout from the kitchen.
‘Put your feet up, love. I’ve put the kettle on!’
It was May 2016 and, while I ran my nail and beauty business all day, my partner Michael Nichols,
35, would clean the house, cook for us.
‘You spoil me,’ I smiled as he came into the living room with a fresh cuppa.
We’d only met online two months earlier, but clicked right away.
A mum of three grown kids, I’d been single for two years after a 15-year marriage.
My confidence had been low but Michael was so sweet, showered me with compliments.
By late April, he’d moved in – quick, but it felt right.
Michael cared for me, and our sex life was exciting, too. He even asked if we could make a video and, while I’d never done anything like that before, it sounded like fun.
Most importantly, though, I trusted him.
The downside was that, as we grew closer, Michael’s jealous streak came out.
‘Who are you talking to?’ he’d ask if I eyed my phone while watching telly – I ran my business through social media,
Ahad to keep an eye on it. ‘It’s just work,’ I soothed. But Michael’s jealousy became worse, especially when he’d been drinking. If I looked at another man in the pub, he’d get agitated.
‘I’m not interested in anyone else!’ I told him.
Michael’s jealousy always triggered rows and he’d storm off, staying out all night.
He was just upset, insecure. And the next day he’d beg for forgiveness.
No matter how heated our arguments got, I’d forgive him – even though I hadn’t done anything wrong. I loved him.
And when we made up, he’d be as good as gold. Caring. Until the next time… Then, in summer 2017, Michael started talking about what to do for my 45th birthday in September.
So we planned a romantic trip to Fuerteventura, and he even started hinting towards getting engaged.
‘We could make this official,’ he’d wink to me.
But when September arrived, Michael and I had an argument, and he stormed out, spending all of his holiday money partying.
It was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
For the last few months, it’d been just one big argument after another. Now he’d let me down for my birthday. I couldn’t do it any more. ‘It’s over,’ I said tearfully. Instead of a romantic getaway with Michael, I went to Fuerteventura with my mum Shirley, 65, enjoying
the sun and sand in peace.
Michael moved out, but he still messaged and videocalled me regularly.
‘I’ll make you proud, and make it up to you,’ he promised.
I still cared for him, but I knew we weren’t good together. So I started online dating in October.
Michael had already done the same, but we still spoke to each other every day, saw each other every couple of days.
Then, on 21 December last year, he made a late request.
‘Let’s spend one last Christmas together,’ he begged.
‘I’m sorry, that’s not a good idea,’ I told him firmly.
I didn’t want to hurt him, but we needed a clean break.
We were both casually seeing new people – and, anyway, Michael’s jealous accusations
I was so looking forward to the big day...
He was sweet at first