Chloe placed a protective hand over her stomach. “This was never about winning.”

“You were nothing when I left you.”

Bradley lunged forward. He did not reach her. The guards forced him against a nearby tree and pinned his arms behind his back. Tourists scattered.

“Let me go!” Bradley shouted. “She’s a liar. She’s a pathetic—”

“Enough.” Leo’s voice cut through the park. He strode down the path in a black coat, Vincent behind him. Chloe had never seen him look so angry. Not loud.

Not wild. Cold, controlled, terrifying.