Millie, 36, Birmingham
Gazing into the camera, I struck a pose.
It was October 2020 and I was working as a fashion model.
I lived with my parents and daughter Nola, then 8.
My parents babysat while I was at work.
And after finishing my photo shoot, I popped to see a friend, Rebecca, then 45.
She had a few other friends over.
‘I’m Raj,’ one said.
Raj, then 46, was 12 years older than me, but as we chatted, I realised I’d been at school with his cousins.
‘Small world,’ he smiled.
Later, I made my excuses and headed home.
But the following week, Raj was at Rebecca’s again.
He insisted on giving me a lift home, started showering me with compliments.
‘You’re beautiful,’ he said.
We started seeing…
