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    That’s when she realized who was leading them.


    Felipe had brought people with him and was clearly nning to barge in, but the bodyguards Freya had assigned to her quickly blocked their way.


    The lead bodyguard immediately called Freya.


    “Move,” Felipe ordered coldly, his presence sharp and unyielding.


    The bodyguard didn’t budge. “Ms. Briggs said you’re not allowed in.”


    “My wife’s in there. Why the hell not?” Felipe snapped. “Should I call the police?”


    Still, the bodyguard stood his ground.


    “Call the cops!” Felipe barked.


    Farrah stepped forward.


    She knew that if the police showed up, they’d probably chalk it up to a domestic spat. Things would get messy.


    Wearing loose clothes that concealed her pregnancy, she stood at the door and asked, “What do you want?”


    “I came to take you home,” Felipe said inly.


    “Oh, really?”


    “Come back with me,” he repeated.


    “Come back for what? So you can force me into an abortion?” Farrah’s tone was icy, her eyes devoid of warmth.


    Felipe stiffened at her words. He didn’t step inside, but from the doorway, his voice carried a tangle of emotions. “I know everything now.”


    Farrah’s brows knitted, not quite understanding what he meant.


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    “I know the child’s mine,” Felipe confessed, feeling like a ton of bricks had hit him when he uncovered the truth. “And I know… Jocelyn lied to me.”


    “And then?” Farrah asked softly, her nose tingling as emotion crept in.


    “Come home with me. I’ll make it right,” Felipe pleaded, seeing the red in her eyes and feeling a deep wave of regret. “I swear, I won’t ever hurt you again.”


    He knew he’d messed up—badly. He understood how he’d let her down.


    But he couldn’t bear life without her. Her absence had drained the joy from his world.


    “Felipe, what do you take me for?” Farrah’s chest ached. “You think I still care about your so-called apology?”


    Their entire rtionship had been built on one ridiculous misunderstanding.


    She had once cared for him. But that had all shattered under the weight of his harsh words.


    “You think I don’t mind the fact that you were unfaithful while we were married?” Even now, the thought of it made her chest tighten.


    She wasn’t like Freya; she couldn’t just let go.


    She hated him… but she couldn’t deny his words still struck a chord.


    “I never cheated,” Felipe said. “Besides you, I’ve never touched anyone else.”


    Farrah let out a bitterugh.


    How many nights had she smelled other women’s perfume on him? Seen lipstick smeared on his cor? Did he really think she was that blind?


    “Don’t you trust me?” Felipe asked, his voiceced with hurt, as if Farrah’s coldness had cut him deeply.


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