My Personal Female Judas

When I got married to my husband, I left one important thing off the list. I never told him that I used to work for escorts in London. A few years later, my sister in law and I were talking after a few glasses of wine, and I ended up telling her that I used to work for London escorts. Now, my sister in law is not the nicest person in the world and is constantly trying to put me down. In the end, She went to her brother, my husband and told him that I used to work for London escorts. Of course, he was furious and it broke us up.

Luckily at the time we had not started our family yet. I did feel really bad about what had happened at wished that I had told my husband that I used to work for London escorts, But as he had this rather high flying job, I did not want to tell him as I was afraid that I would lose him. It was a really stupid mistake, and I know that I should have been honest with my husband and told him that I used to be a VIP girl from escorts in London.

That was not the only thing I had not told my husband. After a rather tough childhood, I went to live in London. I started out by working in clubs and met some really creepy guys. Not of them were really nice people so I kept myself to myself. One day, I met a nice guy and it turned out that he owned one of the best London escorts services. He offered me a job, and that is how I ended up working for a VIP escorts in London. I did do well, and earned really good money.

The other thing I did not tell my husband was how much private money I had. When we met I had just sold my London apartment and was living in a much smaller apartment. My nice luxury apartment had all been bought with money from my earnings from London escorts. When I sold it, I had made a fortune and put in an off shore bank account. A lot of girls from London escorts do this as it saves them tax money. I am afraid that I did not tell my husband about all of the money I had sitting in the back neither.

Honestly, I had such a rough time in my life that I did not know who to trust. I did not trust my husband at first, and it took me a good few years to learn to trust him. I know that I should have told him everything, but to him I was just a girl who worked in a cosmetics department in a London department store. Everything sort of rang true at the time, and on my salary, I could indeed afford a small one bedroom apartment in Richmond. Let’s put it this way, I have really learned my lesson now.

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