Now Mrs Thomas, could you please tell us about home life with your husband and son?
I loved my family. Me and Kenneth had been married for 6 years now, and Ricky, was 5. He was a good little boy, very clever and well-behaved at school and always helped us out at home. He had many friends and had settled in our new house very well. I was so proud of him. I was proud of Kenneth too, of course. The reason we moved was because of his new job, so we found a nice house, I found a new place to work, and we moved. Home was great, work was great, life was great.
Then why did you do it?
Because he didn't love me.
... What?
He didn't love me anymore. Don't look at me like that. He was my everything. My world. I left my job for him. I had his baby. I didn't just love him, I adored him.
What made you change then?
I didn't change, he did! I saw the texts! I noticed the way he covered his phone so I wouldn't look at it and the way he answered his calls with a hushed tone and in another room. Away from me. Away from his son. I just don't know how he found the time.
Found the time for what?
For his affair!
Did you know he was definitely having an affair?
Oh come off it, it was obvious. He showed all the signs. Who works until 2am in the morning, even on overtime? He's an accountant for goodness sake, not a police officer like yourself! Those nights alone I cried myself to sleep, tears pouring from my face. I was very dehydrated in the morning.
Did he ever confess?
He didn't need to. I knew the facts. He confessed before I did it, but only because he knew I knew. He kept apologising; he kept saying sorry over and over again until I just did it. I hit him. Only so he would stop. I only had the hammer in my hand to threaten him. I wasn't going to do anything with it, obviously. Why would I kill the man I love? He felt the same once, I know he did. He couldn't have preferred her all the time he was with me, could he? Could he?!
Look, Mrs Thomas, I don't know your husband personally...
Exactly, you don't know him. I do. I know him.
You knew him, Mrs Thomas...
No, I still know him! And I know my son, whom I haven't seen in three days, so I'd like to see him please-
You lost the right to see him when you killed your husband, Mrs Thomas-
Don't you dare say I killed him! I didn't do it!
But, you admitted-
I said I hit him! I didn't kill him! How dare you! He died in hospital!
Because of the injuries you inflicted, Mrs Thomas!
HOW DARE YOU! I DID NOTHING! WHERE IS MY SON? GIVE ME MY SON!
Can you take her away please-
NO! NO! DON'T DO THIS! NO! PLEASE-
