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      So I decided I had no choice but to dump him.

      And I did – until we got back to England and he begged and begged for my forgiveness. I know, I was weak, but I couldn’t resist him at the time.

      A few days later a reporter knocked on my door brandishing a picture of Jack and the blonde girl in the same bed together! I didn’t say anything in front of the journalist – I just shrugged and said, ‘It’s Jack’s business, not mine.’ But as soon as I’d closed the door I turned round to see Jack’s sheepish face staring back at me. And I slapped it. Hard.

      What woman wouldn’t?

      He started protesting that he’d been set up. It turned out his mate who was in the room with them has a friend at the People and had sold the story. I felt a right mug.

      Someone was watching my back, though. Jack got death threats from a guy in prison. It was addressed to ‘Jade Goody, Big Brother, Essex’ and it got to my house! There were a few letters saying similar things. ‘I’m sick and tired of that fella cheating on you, Jade, if he ever cheats again don’t worry cos I’m in here for murder and I’ll have him up the arse.’ Jack was petrified. But I told him it was his own fault for reading my post in the first place.

      After my 25th birthday party – which had a Tarts and Vicars theme (I thought I looked great, Jack thought I looked like a slut) – the press started speculating even more that things were going wrong between us because they said it looked like he’d been sulking all night. But the fact was, Jack just liked to sit back and leave me to it. He wasn’t one to be prancing around in front of the cameras, whereas I was. I do think Jack found me a bit annoying that night because I was so hammered and loud, but I know there’s a part that also thought it was amusing. And anyway, it was just me, so he had to deal with it.

      Danielle Lloyd was at that birthday party. It was strange because it was before Celebrity Big Brother so I didn’t know who she was at that stage. I just remember this pretty girl coming over to me while I was throwing myself around the dance floor like a pissed idiot. She’d turned up with her mum and they were both dressed as tarts. She said to me, ‘Oh, Jade, I’d love to be walking out of a club to all those photographers like you,’ and I just smiled.

      The kiss-and-tells with Jack just kept on coming. And I was getting sick to the stomach having to defend him. Heat and other magazines were running big articles with titles like ‘Five Reasons Why Jade Should Dump Jack’ and when I read them I had to agree – there was so much evidence against him. What the heck was I doing?

      Once I even ended up having to defend him to Jonathan Ross. I was a guest on Jonathan’s show and was sitting in the make-up room when he came over to me and told me I could do so much better than Jack. And for someone of his status to actually care enough that he had to speak to me about it was really saying something. Why would a grown man, who’s really successful, be that bothered unless he could see something I couldn’t? I felt quite pathetic, but still, for some reason, I stuck up for him.

      When it came to it, I was too pathetic to leave Jack. At that point anyway.

      Actually, if you believe what the papers were saying, I was more in love with Kate Moss than I ever was with any boyfriend. I first met her on a flight to LA (we were both in first class and she kept turning round and chatting to me – which nearly made me choke on my champagne) and since then I’ve seen her at a few events and each time we’ve said hi. But rumours about our ‘friendship’ really surfaced after the O2 Wireless festival in the summer of 2005. She was there with her mates (remember those pictures of her in the shorts and red ankle boots?) and I was with mine. After one of the bands had finished she came over and said, ‘I love your programme, Jade.’ (I was on Living TV at the time, I’d just filmed Jade’s Salon and there was a new one called Just Jade in which I was trying to find the right scent to launch my own perfume.) ‘I watch it all the time,’ she continued. ‘It’s hilarious!’ Then she started quoting back to me things I’d said! By the time she walked off I had my mouth open in awe.

      I know people say Kate has done bad things in her private life but I still look up to her. I think she’s amazing. I even had arguments with Jack about her because he said he thought she was a bad role model. I still love her. At the end of that festival she asked me back to her house, saying she was having a party. It was mad. She was pleading, ‘Please come!’ But I didn’t. I told her I was with too many other people and it wouldn’t be fair. If I’m honest, though, the real reason was because I would’ve felt so out of my depth. I would’ve been with all these famous people and I wouldn’t have had a clue what to say to them. And then if they had started taking you-know-what I would’ve felt uncomfortable – it’s just not my scene. I know what Kate Moss has done and I’ve read the stories about it in the papers. But I’ve never seen her do it myself and I admire her. I think I was worried that whatever I saw might change my opinion about her.

      Nevertheless, the fact that she invited me to her house? Wow!

      That same day I had people like Natalie Imbruglia and Bob Geldof coming over to me, also saying they watched my show. It was madness. And amazing. Jack just kept looking at me and telling me how proud he felt. He said that whenever things like that happened or when he saw me on TV he got goose pimples – because he felt so full of pride that I was his girlfriend.

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