How had I got myself into such a terrible mess?

Six weeks earlier I’d ditched a gorgeous Hugh Grant lookalike for this hapless, over-tall, skinny-framed, dark greasy-haired, pale-faced idiot hovering at conference reception in an ill-fitting suit. What was he doing here, bringing shame on me in front of my important professional colleagues? Only five minutes earlier DT and I had been snuggling up to a top industry guru, planning a joint blogging project. Now both of them would be wondering why I was wasting my life on such a loser.

I ushered my unwanted husband across the hall, through the revolving doors and outside, urging him to go back home. He attempted to kiss me goodbye, but I pushed him away in disgust.

Then he dropped a bombshell. He was suffering from depression and had no intention of seeking medical help. I wondered how shameful it would be to abandon him in such a state, and divorce twice within the space of a year?