#Jacksthedaddy. I couldn’t have made that up myself. All I wanted was for people to realise what a cheating piece of shit you are, but this has exceeded all my expectations. Still, I know you, Jack. You’ll already be planning to get your own back.

‘I did it because Caroline didn’t understand me’ isn’t going to wash with what appears to be a lynch mob gathering on social networking. ‘She was no good in bed. That’s why I marked them out of ten.’ Nah. ‘She was busy with the children and work.’ Nope. Even, ‘She was crazy and always accusing me of having affairs.’ That definitely won’t work.

The world’s shrinking. Just you and your solicitor now. Sitting in his office, planning how you can stop me. There’s no evidence it’s me, so I wonder what the Director of Public Prosecutions will say? I haven’t broken the injunction or the family access order. I haven’t accused you of sending those photos like you thought I would, so you could have an alibi and I would look like a paranoid mess. As far as I’m concerned – and DS Percy is concerned, for that matter – all I know is what I’ve read on Facebook and Twitter.

I feel better now. Kind of supported. I know that studies have been done about empathy, and it always helps when someone else has suffered in the same way as you. I am starting to have a helicopter view of this now; I can look at it from the outside. The Twitter storm is erupting, with men joining in to defend you. Real charmers, fellow #cheatingbastards and the kind of men who would let you get up before them so that you could make breakfast for them. Or fuck your sister. Which reminds me: Paula. Next but one in the queue. I Google her and try to find her on Facebook. I’ve reconciled myself that the other women were like me, duped, but Paula’s different. She knew. I’ll find her eventually.

I take a last look at Facebook. Someone has posted a blog article about the women in the journal. An analysis of everyone up to Katy Squires, with a little drawing of them at the side. She’s drawn you as a good-looking but slimy wolf, preying on those poor girls. I thought I knew better. I thought that they were equally responsible. That they all knew you were married. But even as I think it, a question mark hangs over it. Did they know or were they duped, like Pam claims? I refresh the page and then check your profile.

There’s a statement.