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

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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

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