The night before my wedding I heard my maid of honour through the hotel wall saying they'd pour wine on my dress and lose the rings. I recorded four minutes of it with my phone against the connecting door.

I got off that bed and got my phone and opened the voice recorder and went and stood by the connecting door.

They were loud and they were drunk and they were enjoying themselves and I got four minutes and eleven seconds of it.

All of it. The dress, the rings, Nadia saying she had been trying to get him alone since about the February, and three other women laughing instead of telling her to stop.

Then I went and sat back down on the end of that bed.

I did not knock on their door. I did not ring anybody crying.

Because I knew what would happen if I did. They would cry and say it was a joke and it would be my word against four of them at eight in the morning, and by eleven o'clock the whole thing would be about me.

So I did the other thing.