The husband of a prostitute found dead in an Aberdeen flat believed his wife earned the money from selling hair extensions.
Her name was Jessica McGraa, but her clients called her Ebony Bianca.
On Friday, the 36-year-old mother’s body was found at a rented flat in Aberdeen, Scotland, where she had flown for a two-day, $440-an-hour ‘sex tour’.
Bala Chinda, 25, was yesterday charged with murdering her according to the BBC. She led a secret double life as a fly-in, fly-out sex worker, which only emerged after her death.
Her husband, Gareth McGraa, 56, told of his grief at her death – and his hurt that she had deceived him. The couple, who have a six-year-old son, split when the child was a year old .
He said: “I honestly believed that she was making her money from hair extensions. She was a very pious girl – she dragged me to church even and that’s not easy”.
Gareth was working as a chief mechanic with Atlantic Drilling in Nigeria in 2005 when he met Jessica in a Port Harcourt bar.
He said: “Coincidentally I was being transferred to Lagos and she was going there at the same time so we travelled together.
“We were married in Nigeria very shortly after that. Her family were there and we celebrated in a hotel restaurant in Lagos.
“I knew she was using me for a passport to a certain extent but I felt more than that.”
Gareth revealed that he, Jessica and their son enjoyed a family Christmas, spending five days at a spa hotel. Two days ago, police arrived to break the shattering news to Gareth – and revealed the shocking truth about Jessica’s double life.
He insists he had no suspicion that Jessica was selling sex.
“When I met her I don’t think she’d had more than a handful of lovers in all her life. She wasn’t cheap and liked her Gucci and Armani handbags. She loved the high life and wanted all her dreams to come true tomorrow. But she was also a pious person who believed in God. I knew what I was walking into but I really cared for the girl.”
“To my mind, and hers, we were going to get back together at some point. Not just me, the two of us. I wanted it, she wanted it so why not? But I only ever got half the story. I thought I knew her and it hurts.”