‘I mean, she was just a mum. She never worked. She doesn’t understand balancing a career and a child,’ I say to Michael, deliberately going for the jugular. Michael looks like he might have a breakdown.

‘Your style of parenting is very different to mine, Janet. I have a successful business. I am the main breadwinner in our family and that is something Michael and I are both very proud of. Right Michael?’

The two women in his life stare at him, both needing his approval. I always suspected he slagged me off to her; now I am certain. He’s been whining about the childcare. How dare he? I am doing my absolute best.

‘Just a mum? Just a mum?’ Janet says, her crocodile tears appearing.

I feel guilty. Because this is what she does. She makes people feel guilty and fundamentally I am a nice person who hates confrontation.

‘Look, I’ll feed him then go back to work. But please, don’t give him formula, OK? There’s plenty of breast milk. If it makes you feel weird to give it to him then, Michael, can you just do it?’

He nods. I lift Tommy up and take him into the other room and feed him privately.

I feel so let down by Michael. Made to feel selfish and cruel. How dare he moan about all of this to his mother? It is such a betrayal.

Arriving back at the office, I feel upset that I was pretty much forced to leave my own house. I was excited to spend the time with Tommy, but the truth is, it’s too confusing for everyone if I try to mould work and motherhood together right now. I just need to get this wedding out of the way, and then I’ll be able to be with my baby. Alone. No Michael, no Janet. Head down, power on. I can do this.

As I walk up the stairs to the office I hear Risky groaning. There is a thumping sound. I run to the door. Is she being attacked, bludgeoned to death in the office? I burst in.

‘What the hell?’

Risky is on my desk, her jeans on the floor and her crop top round her neck. She’s having sex with Gavin’s brother. It’s so weird, I can’t do anything but stare. It’s like walking in on someone else’s dream.

‘Beth!’ she screeches, pushing him away and gathering her clothes. Gavin’s brother, Adam, zips himself up as Risky frantically gets dressed. Her face flushed, her little boobs staring at me like frightened children. Adam scrambles to dress himself, then picks up the cake toppers from the side. He turns back to Risky, and politely kisses her on the cheek before he leaves.