Six years into my first marriage, I collected my husband from the airport after a business trip, and noticed to my astonishment he was wearing a brand-new pair of black jeans and white trainers. ‘You hate jeans,’ I exclaimed. ‘And you always say trainers are for chavs!’ He told me he fancied a change.
I subsided into silence. Never a jealous woman, I’d always believed in trusting my husband. After all, if a man wants to stray, he’ll find a way. But suddenly I started to
