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It started, for Hannah from Sheffield, with a laughing emoji. Not even hers. Her husband’s. She’d picked his phone up off the kitchen counter to check the time, and a message had lit up from a name she didn’t recognise — followed by a string of crying-with-laughter faces and the words “you’re terrible.” Nothing explicit. […]
When Helen from Chester first messaged us, she wrote one sentence and then stopped. The sentence was this: “He moved into the spare room three years ago, and I think we both knew it wasn’t really about the snoring.” Sound familiar? It might. Because the spare-room story is one of the quietest, most British ways […]
Most people picture an affair the same way: dim restaurant, late-night taxi, a hotel bar after work. It’s the cinematic version. Candlelight, lipstick, secrets whispered over a second glass of wine. But the cinematic version isn’t the one most married daters actually live. The members on Illicit Encounters tend to fall into two distinct camps. […]
Janet is 52. She lives near Reading. She and her husband haven’t had sex in just over four years. She knows the exact stretch because she remembers the last time — a Tuesday evening, a takeaway curry, half a bottle of wine, neither of them quite paying attention. She didn’t know it was going to […]
There’s a strange admission that comes up again and again on Illicit Encounters, usually somewhere around the third or fourth coffee. People will say it half-laughing, half-embarrassed, because they don’t quite know what to do with it. “I’m a different person when I’m with him.” Or, “I feel like me again when I see her.” […]
Helen from Hertfordshire didn’t sleep the night she and James fell out. They’d been seeing each other for nearly six months — coffees, lunches, the odd hotel afternoon. It had felt easy. Then one Thursday he messaged saying he didn’t want to be the one always rearranging his diary, she replied something sharp, and he […]