Jonathan's words still echoed in Chloe's mind as she sat on the edge of the bed, heart racing from Victor's sinister warning. The lingering threat hung between them like a thick fog, and she struggled to process the weight of it all. Jonathan paced back and forth, eyes dark with fury, his every move radiating a quiet, controlled intensity.
"Victor won't stop," Chloe whispered, looking down at her hands. "He'll do anything to break us, especially now…"
Jonathan stopped pacing, his gaze softening as it met hers. "He won't touch you, Chloe. Or our child. I'll make sure of that."
For a moment, there was a softness between them, an unspoken understanding. Chloe placed a hand over her stomach, a gentle smile forming on her lips. In that instant, she could feel a protective instinct rising within her. Whatever came their way, she knew she would stand by Jonathan's side.