Bradley looked at Leo. “Please. Tell him to stop.”

Chloe remembered the years she’d spent shrinking herself for him — skipping meals before his company parties, changing dresses because he said her arms looked heavy.

She had imagined this moment in a hundred different ways. She had expected satisfaction. Instead, she felt free.

“Leo,” she said. “I want to go home.”

Leo kept his eyes on Bradley. “He came at you.”

“And your men stopped him.”