When
you live in a village, gossip spreads like a forest fire. So when I
began an affair, it wasn’t long before word of my infidelity got around.
Within weeks, friends were confronting me and accusing me — with justification — of being selfish, silly and immoral.
Within weeks, friends were confronting me and accusing me — with justification — of being selfish, silly and immoral.
There was one person, however, who was oblivious to my antics. They say a spouse is always the last to know when they are being betrayed: Dominic, my then husband of 13 years, was unaware of my duplicity.
He had not realised that when I claimed to be having supper with friends, I was slipping off for illicit trysts with Steve, a fellow parent at my twin daughters’ Surrey prep school.
He did not know the truth until someone confronted him with it. He was told by the one person in the world I’d expected would carry my secret to her grave: my mother.
I still remember every detail of the afternoon in May 2009 when I disc