Not knowing what to do after catching my husband sharing an intimate moment with another woman, I quickly looked for a place to hide.

I stepped behind a big tree, trying not to hyperventilate as I tried to work out what I had just seen.

Was the woman one of Fred's many friends, I wondered? But no matter how much I tried to rationalise what I'd seen, it came back to one thing - judging from the intimate way Fred and the woman were behaving, they must be lovers.

I should know - I'd been married to Fred for 12 years and that look he gave the woman was the same one he used to give me in our 'honeymoon' years.

My eyes started to burn - I didn't realise I had been crying. At a loss as to what to do, I contemplated packing my bags and flying home.

Then I felt indignant. Why should I beat a hasty retreat? It was bad enough that I was cowering behind a tree as if I was the one with something to hide.

After about half an hour, I decided I needed to find out what was going on.

Taking a deep breath, I marched across the road into the cafe and over to Fred's table. He turned pale when he saw me.

I'd wanted to stay calm but my anger got the better of me - I slapped him and demanded to know who the woman was.

Rubbing his cheek, Fred pulled me aside and asked me to return to the hotel.

He said it was all a big misunderstanding and that he would explain everything later.

I became hysterical and demandedthat he tell me everything there and then, or I would kick up an even bigger fuss for all to see.

Seeing that his efforts to placate me had failed, Fred brought me back to the table. The woman had remained seated the whole time, hugging the children close to her while watching my little drama with Fred unfold.

Meet Jane*, Fred said, and her kids.