Ashleigh George, 21, Middlesbrough
I ’ve met someone,’ I smiled, in October 2013.
Excited, my grandad Ray, 76, hugged me tight.
‘I’m sure he’s special,’ he said. We were close, as he and my nan Maureen, 74, had raised me. So I couldn’t wait to tell them about Nathan Quigley.
We’d met on a night out. Cheeky, and handsome, I fell for him, and we started dating.
And soon…‘I’m two months pregnant!’ I gasped.
Thrilled, Nathan moved in. Friends had warned me he gambled, but I’d never noticed, so assumed he’d given up. Only, he started switching off his iPad whenever I came into the room…
Checking Nathan’s online history, he’d been gambling – using my card details.
Furious, I confronted him. ‘It’s none of your business,’ he spat, pushing me.…
