Eddie pulled his car over outside Dickie's office building.

"Do you want me to come up with you?" he asked.

"No thanks, Eddie." I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "You're a good friend. I'll let you know how it goes." He looked nervous.

"I'll find a park and come up. You'll need a lift home," he told me.

"See you in a bit then," I said, and got out of the car.

The office looked normal. There was a receptionist at the front desk, and I could see that Dickie's office door was closed. I could see the outline of people in the conference room and someone waiting in the reception area.

I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but this wasn't it. Joyce wasn't strutting around naked, and there weren't bras strung around the place (that would be my workplace).

"Ms Plum," the receptionist said when she noticed me. "Mr Orr is in the conference room, finishing up a meeting. He'll be out soon."

"I'll wait in his office," I told her.

I turned to walk away and then noticed someone familiar sitting in the waiting area, someone that I had not noticed when I'd first stormed in. What was Lester doing here? He shook his head slightly at me.

I opened the door to Dickie's office and walked in. Well, time to snoop before he finished his meeting.

It all looked normal. A nice photo of him and me on our wedding day was framed and on his desk, next to a clock that was a wedding present from my Aunt Tootsie. His qualifications were framed on the wall. I opened the top drawer and found nothing out of the ordinary. His file cabinet was locked.

I sat in his chair and drummed my finger on his desk. I rummaged around but there was absolutely nothing interesting to find in there.

I didn't know what I was expecting to find in his office. Joyce hidden behind the desk? A collection of letter confessing guilt? Dickie himself, wracked with guilt and sobbing? I began to feel doubt. Was I a bad wife to immediately jump to conclusions about my husband?

"Stephanie," Dickie said, coming into his office. "This is a nice surprise."

I decided to get straight to the point before I chickened out.

"I need to ask you something. Are you having an affair?"

"Stephanie! Why would you ask me such a thing?"

"Yes or no, Dickie. Are you having an affair?"

"I'm so shocked and hurt by this accusation," he told me, looking woeful. I know you practise your expressions, Dickie, and I'm not a jury to be impressed by them. I started feeling even angrier. He was trying to avoid the question. He put down his phone and work documents on the desk beside me, and put his arms around me.

"Steph, why are you asking me this? Is someone trying to break us apart?" he asked. I wavered. I knew that Dickie was good at spinning the truth to make himself look good, I knew that he was manipulative, but surely he wouldn't go so low as to have an affair. We loved each other, we were trying to have a baby. But he still hadn't answered the question.

"Dickie, you need to…" I began, and then stopped. Dickie's phone had beeped with a text message and I'd seen the notification that flashed up. I broke free to him and snatched the phone up before he could get to it. He'd always had his phone passcode locked and never shared the code with me, saying it was for work reasons, but I could see the notification on the screen. He tried to grab the phone off me but I squirmed away.

It said it was from Joyce Anderson, the message said, "Looking forward to seeing you tonight. Fancy a repeat of last week?" and the phone that went with it… argh. I wished that I could unsee that photo, but I suspected the image of Joyce and Dickie going at it would forever be burned into my brain. Even though it was only a thumbnail of the photo that had been sent, it was graphic. Urgh.

"What the fuck!" I shrieked, throwing the phone at Dickie's head.

"Steph, it's not," he began, then looked at the message. "Oh."

"Oh? Oh? What the fuck, Dickie!" I screamed again, and threw a stapler off his desk at him. His office staff were starting to look and walk towards his office.

"Come on, Steph. Is it just that it's Joyce this time? Is that what this is all about?"

"This time?"

"You honestly telling me that you didn't know, Stephanie?"

"Of course I didn't know! Are you telling me there was more than one?" I saw red and all those times Dickie was home late flashed before me. I trusted him! And what about all those work trips away? Was he alone on those? How many women had there been?

I launched myself at him and knocked him to the ground. I got a few good hits in, although Dickie was more intent on defending himself. I was pulled off Dickie and wrenched myself away before realising that it was Eddie pulling me off.

"She's crazy!" Dickie yelled. He was holding his nose and there was blood dripping out from between his fingers.

"I've called security," his assistant said. I looked over and saw that the rest of the office was crowded around the doorway, including the law firm partners.

"We don't need security, the police are here already," Dickie said, pointing to Eddie. "You keep her under control or I'll press charges for domestic abuse," he told Eddie. I lunged for Dickie again but Eddie grabbed me in time.

"You're scum, Dickie!" I yelled at him. "You don't deserve to be in my life! And you don't deserve this clock!" I snatched up the present from Aunt Tootsie. "This is a memento of our wedding vows, and since you clearly don't give a shit about them, you don't deserve this!"

I stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind me. Eddie didn't follow, and I assumed that he was placating Dickie and making sure that security or whatever police showed up got my side of the story too. I had no doubt that Dickie would try to spin it to make himself look good, including pinning all blame on me. I'd embarrassed him in public, and he'd try to make me pay and make sure that he came off smelling like roses.

There was no sign of Lester on my way out, but there was a black SUV idling near the office. I guessed at the occupants and flashed them the middle finger. I was in no mood to talk to men.