After my husband cheated I battled to understand who’s fault it was… Was it mine? Did I make him cheat? Was it the other woman who was an irresistible temptress? Or was it simply his? This idea of blame was my obsession… Someone had to be responsible… As I oscillated between blaming myself I vilified the other woman and despaired him in equal measure… In my novel Bloody Jude I endeavour to make readers feel this inner turmoil and sympathise with the wrong person… However, who is more to blame?