Why on earth would it.

He had been at every appointment.

He had held the paperwork in a ring binder with tabs in his own handwriting.

There was no gap in his knowledge for anybody to put anything into, and if you had told me at twenty to six that morning that by three in the afternoon my husband would be in another man’s house asking whether he had slept with me, I would have thought you were unwell.

That is the thing about this entire story that I cannot get past.