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Divorced: Stripped of Everything

Chapter 1065
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Chapter 1065: "I do!" Felipe answered instantly. Nervously, he wiped his palms on his shirt like it would make him more qualified.

Farrah hesitated. It wasn't that she didn't trust him, but the baby was so delicate.

Sensing her doubt, Felipe added, “I took a course at a parenting workshop for new dads. I know how to hold a baby and change diapers." That got both women's attention.

Freya's eyebrows lifted slightly. So, that was where he'd been all this tafter getting beaten up by Ellis? He had been at a parenting class? Felipe caught her glance.

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"Seriously," he said, lowering his voice so he wouldn't wake the baby.

But that wasn't all.

He'd studied what expectant moms went through-how to support them during pregnancy, how to handle labor, how to help postpartum. He did all of this so that when Farrah needed him, he would be ready.

Not just feeling surprised and happy, but actually able to help her.

Farrah stared at him, her expression unreadable. Then, after a pause, she nodded. "Be careful. She just fell asleep." Felipe nodded.

Under her watchful eyes, he reached out. And the moment he cradled the little baby in his arms, it was like the world stopped spinning. He moved naturally, gently. No panic. No hesitation. He held her like she was made of glass and light.

"What's her name?” Felipe asked, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Isabella Welch," Farrah said softly. "And you can also call her Bella." She glanced at him, half expecting sreaction to the baby having her last name. But nothing.

Instead, Felipe's smile only grew wider. "It's beautiful." Before anything more could be said, Freya stepped in, perfectly timed.

"Let's get going. The baby shouldn't be staying in this wind." Farrah nodded. "You're right." Hearing this, the light in Felipe's eyes dimmed just a bit. Leaving already? He looked down at the baby in his arms one last time, his eyes lingering on her tiny, sleeping face. There was a deep reluctance in the way he held her—as if part of him never wanted to let go.

But he did. He gently handed her back to Farrah without saying anything.

Farrah noticed the sudden shift but didn't ask. She just accepted the baby and turned toward the car with Freya. Freya opened the door for her and closed it once Farrah was settled inside.

Then she walked around to the driver's seat-and noticed Felipe still standing there, completely still. Farrah glanced at him through the window.

As Freya got into the driver's seat, she sensed Farrah's thoughts. Before Farrah could say a word, Freya rolled her eyes and shouted, "What are you eyes! standing there for? You getting in or not?" That snapped Felipe out of it. His eyes lit up again—just like that.

Was she serious? Did she really mean it?

"You've got three seconds," Freya warned, not in the mood to playm games. Three...

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Felipe said quickly, not even caring if he Om misunderstood. If Freya said get in, it had to mean Farrah was okay with it, too. His heart swelled.