MUM-OF-THREE Pepita Ridgeway knew her husband had a nasty streak – but it was only when she asked him for a divorce that his true colours really started to show.
The 51-year-old from Queensland, Australia, was sleeping in their caravan following a row when she woke to discover a menacing hissing sound coming from under her pillow.
Here she shares the shocking story of how her husband tried to gas her to death with Fabulous Digital…
SITTING down next to me, my husband Robert, 64, passed me a pen.
“It just makes financial sense,” he explained, getting me to sign the complicated legal papers.
We’d been married for 18 years, so it seemed reasonable when he encouraged me to restructure our will so he would get all our properties if I died.
With three beautiful children, we had been happy together once.
But Robert could have a short fuse.
One day, we were staying in a hotel, when he exploded viciously after I asked him why he didn’t bring up breakfast for me.
“I’ll kill you,” he spat.
Rushing downstairs in tears, I met two of our friends in the lobby.
“This marriage isn’t working,” I sobbed to them.
Back home, we tried to make a fresh start, so I didn’t think anything of it when Robert asked me to sign the papers.
But afterwards, he just grew nastier.
One night, we got into an argument and he grabbed me by the shoulders.
Shaking, I ran from the room. This isn’t the man I loved, I told myself.
That night, I called a domestic violence hotline and they recommended I get in touch with a divorce lawyer immediately.
Unable to bear being in the same bed as him, I slept in my 1967 vintage caravan, parked beside the house, where I felt comfortable.
Two weeks later, I typed out a curt email to Robert. “I want a divorce,” I wrote. “I’ll be seeing a lawyer on Monday.”
That weekend, Robert pleaded with me to give him one more chance.
He seemed desperate to give our marriage another crack, so I agreed to visit a counsellor with him.
I felt uneasy, but I still had a tiny bit of hope I could find the Robert I fell in love with again.
Before the session though, it became clear we couldn’t salvage our marriage, so I met with the divorce lawyer.
Later that day, I noticed Robert hovering around my caravan. He was often pottering around the yard, so I thought nothing of it.
That evening, I retreated outside to the van and fell into a deep sleep. But at 2am, I was woken to a weird hissing coming from under my pillow.
What’s that noise? I wondered groggily.
Lying still for a few moments, I listened carefully. Maybe it’s a rat chewing on some electrical cables, I thought.
Getting out of bed, I went outside to check the back of the caravan and noticed a hose snaking down from one of the windows.
Following it back inside, I lifted up the mattress. It had been duct taped all the way to my pillow.
Stranger still, I saw a jersey had been stuffed in a vent to keep the air out.
Winding all the way to the garage, the hose was connected to a gas cylinder.
Oh my God! I realised. My husband’s trying to kill me!
Tiptoeing barefoot back to the cylinder, I switched it off.
Horrified, I quickly dashed to my brother Sasha’s property, which was only a short distance away.
Then I tapped loudly on his window until he woke up.
“You’ve got to help me! Robert… he’s trying to kill me,” I babbled.
I felt hysterical and couldn’t get the words out.
“Are you having a nightmare?” he asked.
“No!” I cried out.
In an absolute panic, I couldn’t even remember the emergency number was triple-0.
Finally though, I managed to call the police and they said a team was on their way.
Then Sasha and I headed back to the caravan with a torch, and I showed him the hose and cylinder.
An hour later, Robert was arrested at our house but he was released again that afternoon.
Although he went to stay with relatives, the next few weeks were a living hell.
I changed the locks and installed surveillance cameras.
WE PAY FOR YOUR STORIES!
Finally, a month later, he was charged with attempted murder.
In June lastyear, Robert Wayne Ridgeway, 64, appeared at Brisbane Supreme Court where he pleaded not guilty.
The court heard that the day after I had asked him for a divorce, Robert tried to kill me, silently, by pumping colourless and odourless nitrogen gas into the caravan where I slept.
He’d been researching the substance online and had searched for “How to make it look like your wife has had a stroke”.
“There would have been no warning,” prosecutor David Finch said.
It took the jury just over an hour to find Robert guilty. He was sentenced to serve 10 years in prison.
I am so thankful he is finally behind bars.
Now, I want other women to be aware of the signs. If I can help just one woman safely escape an abusive partner, I’ll be happy.
Disrespect and violence in a relationship is never, ever okay.
MOST READ IN FABULOUS
Robert Ridgeway is appealing his conviction. In sentencing, judge Justice Glenn Martin called the attack “cold and callous”.
“There has been no remorse shown at all,” he said, adding that if Mrs Ridgeway had not woken up on that night, “she may well have died gasping for air”.
We previously told how Victoria Cilliers nearly died after her husband sabotaged her parachute.
https://textbacklinkexchanges.com/my-husband-of-18-years-tried-to-gas-me-to-death-in-my-sleep-when-i-told-him-i-wanted-a-divorce/
News Photo My husband of 18 years tried to gas me to death in my sleep when I told him I wanted a divorce
Advertising
You don’t have to pack away your bikini just because you’re the wrong side of 20. These body-beautiful stars reveal their secrets to staying in shape and prove you can smoulder in a two-piece, whatever your age. Read on and be bikini inspired!
Kim says: “I am no super-thin Hollywood actress. I am built for men who like women to look like women.”
https://www.thesun.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2019/01/NINTCHDBPICT000463487232.jpg?strip=all&w=960
Комментариев нет:
Отправить комментарий