Animal-Rights Activist Fell ‘Madly’ In Love and Got Pregnant by an Undercover Cop Sent to ‘Spy’ on Her and That’s Not Even the Worst Part

In 1984, Jacqui met Bob Robinson at an animal-rights protest in East London. She was 22, passionate about her cause, wearing her Avis Rent-a-Car uniform. Bob seemed awkward but kind—a gardener who shared her values. Their connection grew slowly, naturally. What Jacqui didn’t know was that Bob wasn’t who he claimed to be.

Building a Life Together

Bob became part of Jacqui’s world. They attended protests, shared Leonard Cohen records, and adopted a cat named Winnie-Woo. He seemed perfectly aligned with her anti-consumerist values, living simply in a tiny bedsit. His clothes smelled musty, his van was dirty, but Jacqui found him genuine and caring. She believed they were building something real together.

A Baby on the Way

When Jacqui became pregnant in late 1984, Bob didn’t walk away. He accompanied her to doctor’s appointments, bought baby clothes, and rehearsed the drive to the hospital. Their happiest moments were during her pregnancy, Jacqui recalled. She believed Bob was committed to their future, ready to embrace fatherhood despite his initial reluctance about having children.

A Father’s Love

Bob was present for Francis’s birth in September 1985, staying through 14 hours of labor. He cried when his son arrived. In a card, he wrote simply: “Well done Jac. Love, Bob.” He changed diapers, took the baby on outings, and seemed like a devoted father. For two years, their small family appeared normal and loving.

Cracks in the Foundation

By 1986, tensions emerged. Jacqui was overwhelmed with motherhood while Bob spent time with increasingly radical activists. She worried about money; he remained uncommitted to steady work. His lack of ambition frustrated her, though he rarely fought back, maintaining an unsettling calm that only deepened her irritation when she tried confronting him about their future.

The Disappearance

One evening in fall 1987, Bob asked Jacqui to stay home—he needed to talk. After putting two-year-old Francis to bed and saying goodbye over the baby monitor, Bob explained he had to leave because of a bombing investigation. He promised to write from Spain, saying Jacqui could visit with their son. Then he vanished completely.

A Life Rebuilt

Jacqui moved forward. She met Kevin, a former soccer player, and married him five months later. They had another son, forming what seemed like a complete family. Francis grew up with Kevin as his father figure. For years, Jacqui never questioned Bob’s disappearance, believing he’d fled legitimate danger, unaware that whispers suggested something more sinister.

An Ordinary Thursday Afternoon

On June 14, 2012, Jacqui sat in her garden with coffee and the Daily Mail. Among articles about the Queen’s Jubilee, she found a photograph of a smiling young man with curly brown hair. Even after 25 years, she recognized every feature. She went into shock, unable to breathe, her body shaking uncontrollably.

The Truth Revealed

The article explained that Bob Robinson was actually Bob Lambert, an undercover officer with the Metropolitan Police’s Special Demonstration Squad. He’d infiltrated animal-rights groups in the 1980s, creating an elaborate false identity. The man Jacqui loved was a paid government spy, assigned to gather intelligence on activists considered potential threats to public safety.

A Double Life Exposed

Jacqui learned Bob had maintained another family throughout their relationship—a wife and two children in Herefordshire. He’d spent part of each week with Jacqui, then returned to his actual life elsewhere. The Special Demonstration Squad had been formed in 1968, sending officers on years-long undercover missions with shockingly minimal oversight or accountability.

The Call

The next morning, Jacqui telephoned St. Andrews University, where Bob worked as a terrorism studies lecturer. When she reached his office, she burst into tears, telling the receptionist she was the mother of his child. Bob called back within minutes. During their conversation, his current wife revealed devastating news: both of Bob’s older children had died from genetic disorders.

The Genetic Threat

Francis, Jacqui’s son, could have carried the same fatal gene that killed his half-siblings, yet Bob never warned them. Social services had searched for Bob years earlier when Francis needed medical history for adoption proceedings. A woman claiming to be Bob’s former flatmate told investigators he was likely “a wanted man by the police.” Jacqui now believes that the woman was planted.

A Pattern of Deception

Jacqui discovered Bob had conducted relationships with four women during his undercover work. Another woman told reporters she felt cruelly tricked and damaged. Bob issued apologies but had never mentioned Jacqui or Francis publicly, protecting his reputation while they lived with his abandonment. His silence suggested self-preservation mattered more than their suffering.

Everything Was False

Jacqui’s foundation crumbled. Her first love, first pregnancy, becoming a mother—all those memories were built on lies. Bob had assumed the identity of Mark Robert Charles Robinson, a child who died in 1959. His dead mother, estranged brother, demented father in a nursing home—all were fabrications designed to create believable cover and discourage deeper questions.

The Intimate Betrayal

Jacqui described the violation as sharing her most intimate moment with a ghost. A government-paid spy watched her give birth, saw every vulnerable part of her. She wondered if having a child was strategic—a way to establish unquestionable credibility within activist circles. The thought that her son might have been calculated made the betrayal unbearable.

A System Without Oversight

The Special Demonstration Squad operated with minimal supervision. Officers lived their cover identities for years, even testifying in court under false names. An internal police review found informal approval regarding sexual relationships, though the Metropolitan Police maintained it never officially sanctioned officers using intimacy to gather intelligence on citizens. The distinction felt meaningless to victims.

Fighting for Truth

At least 12 women, including Jacqui, sued the Metropolitan Police for deceit, assault, and human rights violations. The Met accepted a £425,000 settlement with Jacqui but fought to maintain its policy of neither confirming nor denying undercover operations. Jacqui stated clearly: if given a choice between money and truth, she would have chosen truth every time.

A Father Returned

Bob reached out to Francis, who agreed to meet him. They discovered shared interests—soccer, running, similar walking styles. Francis developed a meaningful relationship with his biological father, valuing the connection despite its bizarre origins. Bob apologized repeatedly, though his continued evasions made sincerity difficult to gauge. Francis wanted his father; Jacqui respected that wish.

Living With Contradictions

Jacqui struggles with conflicting emotions. Bob will remain in her life forever through their son and future grandchildren. She can’t fully condemn him without hurting Francis, yet she can’t forget the manipulation. Nothing in 30 years feels real anymore. Her foundations, she said, were built on sand—shifting, unstable, never truly solid or genuine.

The Unresolved Aftermath

Multiple investigations continue examining undercover policing practices. Former officers won’t face prosecution. The Metropolitan Police apologized but defended tactics as necessary. Chief Constable Mick Creedon concluded sexual relationships during undercover work represent gross abuse of power. For Jacqui, no investigation can restore what was stolen—her trust, her memories, and her sense of truth itself.