He was not entirely wrong to expect it.

Plenty would have.

But he had married into a family whose women love the way ours do — without an exit, without a ledger, without a price at which we would sell each other out — and that kind of love is invisible to a man like Damon right up until the moment it walks down a chapel aisle and tears the lace off a lie.

He never saw it coming because he could not see it at all.