Jocelyn had no idea what was going through Yannick’s mind. She lifted her hand and patted his shoulder. “Dummy. How could I marry someone else? We already have a child.”

Yannick nodded with a smile. “I know. My wife loves me the most. Now you only love me, right?”

Jocelyn hesitated for a split second before nodding quickly.

“Mm. Of course.”

That tiny pause didn’t escape Yannick.

For the first time, he realized just how sharp—and sensitive—he had become, noticing even the smallest details. Almost like the kind of men who used to joke that women picked up on everything.

Back then, he had been the one women couldn’t fully trust.