It was Coleen’s good old-fashioned detective work that led to the breakthrough, which she announced on Instagram.
Although, to be quite honest, when I read the mother-of-four’s opening – “This has been a burden in my life for a few years now…” – I thought she was talking about Wayne!
For once, she wasn’t. Coleen was, in fact, referring to the elaborate Hetty Wainthropp-style sting operation she set up to discover the mole in her social media circle who was leaking personal stories and private posts to The Sun.
Channelling both Scott and Bailey, her shrewd approach was to block everyone from viewing her Instagram stories, apart from one account.
Over the following five months, she set up a very modern canary trap: she trickle-fed her Instagram with false stories both banal (her alleged return to TV) and bizarre (a trip to a gender selection clinic in Mexico).
They all made one particular red-top tabloid, as did the most recent, untrue snippet that the basement in her new home was flooded.
Finally, she saved and screen-shotted all the original stories as proof, before the Big Reveal. The only account that had access to her fake news belonged to (da da daaaa!) Rebekah Vardy. Cliffhanger pause. And cue the closing credits.
Note: Coleen didn’t phone her first. Or text her.
She just did the full exposé on Insta (nobody says the “gram” any more) and stood back to see what happened.
An online sensation that went viral faster than Spanish flu, that’s what happened. Coleen cleverly didn’t name Rebekah, merely citing her account as the source of the leaks.
But as girl code shattered into a million tiny pieces, Rebekah responded with denials and swift outrage.