Signs your husband’s cheating on you, and everybody knows:
You meet your friend’s friend at a dinner party, and you catch that flicker of pity in her eyes as she recognises, ‘Oh, you’re that one.’
Dinner conversation turns to a well-known womaniser. Table goes silent. Subject is quickly changed.
Much too quickly, your friends ask, “Are you okay?” when you turn up for breakfast without mascara.
Now, imagine you’re Beyonce and multiply that by a billion. Everywhere you go, people are staring and whispering. Yes, because you’re Beyonce. But also, because you’re with him.
Lawyers are deployed, statements released, but still the rumours buzz and buzz, ever-so slightly out of ear-shot, just above your head.
The Internet compiles timelines of your marital problems. Your sister causes a scene in an elevator.
You write lots of songs about how hot your sex life is. In the back of limos. On the beach. In the club.
You go on tour with him. You call your tour by your married name, just to ram home the point.
You are the Queen of the World, but still, that flicker of pity remains.