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together, but as far as I was concerned we were meeting as friends. As I tweeted then: ‘Me and Alex are not back together but are still good friends: it’s called being grown up and adult.’ But while we were sitting in the corner of the restaurant having lunch, I heard a familiar click, click, click, and instantly I knew it was a pap. And sure enough, a photographer had run into the restaurant to snatch a shot of us, and then legged it.
    ‘Look! A fucking pap!’ I shouted, and told Alex to chase the press pest, which he did. Didn’t catch him, though.
    But how did any pap know that we were there, eating in the restaurant at that particular moment? It seemed too much of a coincidence to me. It had been one of our favourite spa hotels when we were together, and we had never been bothered there before. Again, I had a suspicion that Alex had tipped the press off … I asked him, and he denied it.
    ‘Well, it’s very weird that they knew we were going to be here, at this exact moment,’ I replied, thoroughly pissed off. Alex didn’t want us to split up and I couldn’t help thinking that he would be glad of any pictures coming out that seemed to show we were still together, even though that was a million miles from the truth.
    Finally he got the message that I wanted him gone, and moved out. What a relief! But I’m afraid that there was no chance we could stay friends in the weeks that followed. Alex didn’t stay silent; instead he solda string of stories to the press about how heartbroken he was, and what it was like being married to me. It seemed he had to comment on every single thing I did. It was pathetic, and every single one of those stories was a fresh reminder to me of why I was right to get rid of him. Many of the things that were written were out and out rubbish. As usual, someone I had been close to was making themselves look better by painting me as the villain. And what made me laugh was, if I really was as bad as they made out, why had they ever stayed with me in the first place?
    I wanted to get divorced as quickly as possible. But of course that didn’t happen because Alex was after my money and it would take nearly a year and a half for things to be resolved legally.
    Alex went on to have a relationship with Chantelle Houghton. She was exactly the sort he would go for because he loves that glamour-girl look. All I wanted to do was ring Chantelle and warn her about him. She had mentioned in an interview that she already knew about Alex dressing up as Roxanne and that she was fine with it, that he had told her it was all a joke. And I thought: You have no idea what you are getting into. I wanted to say, Don’t even touch him with a barge pole. Trust me!
    But I was wary of getting in touch because I didn’t know how she would react. There had been a time when she was handled by my former manager, Claire Powell, after I had split up with Pete, and she had been friends with my ex-husband. I imagined that they would haveportrayed me as a bad person and I thought she probably wouldn’t listen to me or even like me.
    She quickly fell pregnant. I wasn’t at all jealous, even though I wanted another child; instead I was worried for Chantelle. She hardly knew Alex at that point and didn’t know what was coming her way. People think a baby will make a couple happier, but that’s only if they are okay in the first place. A baby can put a strain on any relationship, and I didn’t think that Alex would be able to cope. Sure enough, their relationship didn’t last. When Chantelle was eight months pregnant she came home and discovered that Alex had turned their bedroom into a dungeon, with sex toys scattered everywhere and porn playing on the TV. He was in full Roxanne mode, in stockings, suspenders, a red wig and heels. In spite of her begging him to stop, The Sun reported his sex binge lasted four days. It was all horribly familiar to me.
    And then Chantelle and I did get in touch with each other, a kind