THE TERRIBLE TRUTH

Walking down the aisle in a beautiful red floral dress, I held a bouquet of roses and smiled at my husband-to-be, Jason Cartledge, then 38.

As we said our vows and shared our first kiss as husband and wife, I hoped this marriage would be everything that I’d ever wanted.

Jason and I had met working in construction in 2013.

We became friendly, then started dating and lived in a rented house together.

And just one year later, we got married.

I had been married previously once before, but it didn’t work out.

I hoped my relationship with Jason would be different – we’d be partners forever.

Jason was nice, romantic and hard-working.

We enjoyed spending nights at home together on the sofa and going out for dinners.

Everything seemed normal, and we were really happy.

In 2015,