Oh do you know her then, Hullygully? I don't. I can imagine that in her place I'd be flitting from one thought to another, trying to focus, thinking of all the people important to me (my children), wondering what the best thing to do would be.
I'd be sifting through what happened, backwards and forwards, thinking this is best then discarding it. Finally, reality would seep in and I'd be bereating myself for having fallen for a man who can't keep his hands to himself. I guess I'd be feeling shock, overwhelming sadness, anger and then grief for what I had - or thought I had - being gone forever.
Then, because I'm in the public eye, not only do I have to focus on my children, myself and my immediate circumstances and situation; i have to explain myself to a publicist and be 'guided' by them as they leave me in no doubt that what I do now impacts my career which, however 'fluffy' it may appear to be, is one that I like. Then... if that weren't enough, I have to distance myself from 'well-meaning' internet advice givers and trolls; the difference between I really can't distinguish. Lucky me, I'm a celebrity.
I suppose I'm lucky in that, should this happen to me, I can rail and weep anonymously and my choices not be used to batter me (again) as a poor example to women everywhere...
I hope that Nigella is far, far away from places like this. :(