‘I begged the doctors not to contact police’ When I first met Marc Harbison in May 2014, I couldn’t believe my luck.
I thought he was gorgeous and we exchanged numbers.
‘Can I take you out?’ he asked.
‘I’d like that,’ I said.
A true gent, Marc bought me flowers, took me out for romantic meals and to the pictures.
He always made me laugh and we were both confident, sociable people.
‘I think he’s a keeper,’ I told my best mate.
Besotted
She wasn’t convinced.
‘There’s something about him I don’t trust,’ she said.
But I was besotted. Soon Marc, 27, introduced me to his family and his mum, Val, to whom he was close, and she welcomed me into the family.
After that, Marc and I barely spent…
