It must be every woman’s worst nightmare. The sudden lurch of suspicion, uprooting you from the inside out, the slow and shattering realisation that your fears are coming true, and then finally, the moment he admits what you hoped you’d never have to hear. He’s been having an affair.
Before I started to suspect my husband Matt, then 30, was being unfaithful, I really did believe we’d be together forever. After all, Matt was my best friend, my confidant – and I was his too. Affairs were something that happened to other people, those who weren’t lucky enough to have what we had.
I’d known Matt since we were kids, we’d gone to the same youth club, and when we finally became a couple when he was 19,
