Wanted Fake Husband

A woman with a big round belly is currently in the market shopping for groceries.

She sighs.

She had been hiding for eight months, and his parents delayed their flight because of the typhoon.

She should stay home relaxing and preparing for the day, but she is buying their needs in the market.

She didn't have a choice since she was living alone in Singapore.

We were escaping the eyes of the media in the US.

She is known to be the sole heiress of the Dela Fuente Company, and she didn't want to ruin their family image.

She decided to keep the baby but was hurt when she knew she needed to hide her existence.

She wanted her baby to be known as her daughter.

She carries her groceries, and it's a bit heavy, so she decides to take a cab.

She is living in a penthouse. Her father pulls up some strings to buy her a comfortable home.

Her parents did everything she needed, and she is thankful for that.

When she got to the building, the elevator was on maintenance.

She sighs. She is living on the 30th floor.

She waited for it to be fixed, but she got bored.

She assists the front desk with her groceries and tells them to put them in her unit.

She decided to take a walk outside the building.

She saw many families in the park near where she was staying.

She smiled bitterly; she knew she couldn't give it to her child. She keeps blaming herself every day for her mistake. But she is always thankful for the gift she receives.

She took a seat on a bench and watched the sunset.

She promises herself that she can do this.

Because she now has a reason, she is fighting for the circumstances that she faces.

Georgina Dela Fuente POV

I touch my belly again because it strikes another pain.

"No, baby, wait for your grandparents."

I didn't expect this to be the day I was waiting for.

I have no one to call here; they are still at the airport.

"Arghh!" I feel my water break.

I am a week ahead of my due date!

I call my parents, and they are on their way.

I calm myself even if it hurts.

I should have known that I could give birth anytime in that month!

I waited for more than 15 minutes before they arrived.

They even brought the medics with them.

"Mom! My bag!" I shouted.

I feel they are panicking. Who wouldn't be?

This is the longest ride on the elevator.

We know we can catch a lot of attention.

But thanks to my parents' influence, we can keep my journey a secret.

"Argh, Mom!"

"Hold on, honey, and you can do it!" She cheered me up.

We arrived in the ambulance, and they drove the vehicle so fast.

My OBGyne is in the ambulance and checks me.

"Do you feel the urge to push?" I shook my head.

"This may be hard work; we will help you to ease the pain."

I bit my lip because it struck another pain.

They let me rest on the hospital bed and waited for the perfect time.

I only saw this in movies, and I am already experiencing this.

"You can do this, honey," My mom and dad are on my side, whispering soothing words.

"I'll stay outside, and I feel I will puke!" Dad rushes out.

"Your dad was just like that when I was about to give birth to you, and he keeps going outside to puke, shout, jump. Anything will calm him." I managed to chuckle but was stopped by another contraction.

"It hurts," I whispered. Mom smiled at me and held my hand even though I grasped it too tightly.

"Your dad collapses upon seeing you," I smiled.

How I wish I also have another one to ease my pain.

My doctor rechecks me.

"Prepare the delivery room!" she shouted.

Mom changed her outfit also and decided to join me inside.

"One, two, three, push!"

"Aaah!" She instructed me to take some short breaths from my mouth.

"Push!"

"Aargh!" I hear my mom cheering me up.

We executed more pushes before I heard the most angelic cry ever.

"It's a girl," I smiled and silently prayed.

They give my child to me for the skin-to-skin moment.

I ask Mom to capture some footage and take pictures.

This is one of the greatest blessings I have ever received.

"What is her name?" I look at my mom.

"Scarlett Andrea,"

The next thing I knew, the darkness swallowed me.

I woke up in my room.

I saw my mom and dad sitting on the sofa, resting.

They look exhausted, and I feel so sorry.

"Georgina?" I smiled at my mom.

"Where is my daughter, Mom?" before she could speak, a soft knock echoed into the room, and I saw my doctor and the nurse holding my child.

"Hello, Ms. Dela Fuente," I smiled at her.

The nurse handed my baby to me.

"You can breastfeed the baby," my dad turned around.

"This is the form you need to fill up, and I wanted to congratulate you on your successful delivery. This is your child's journal. You can bring it whenever you will for a checkup," I nodded and got the journal.

The doctor bids goodbye because she will also check on her other patients.

I look at my child's face. She is so beautiful.

"You still didn't want to know who is her father?" My mom asks softly.

"Even I wanted to know him, but I don't know where he is. Sorry, Mom, for my mistake." She holds my hand and looks at me lovingly.

"We decided not to let you have the company if you haven't found a husband." My eyes widen.

"Dad, you know how much I love to have your company. I work hard to be on top!" I argued but saw how serious they were based on their faces.

"Don't stress yourself in the company; we will let you care for your child. I'll give you my blessing if she is old enough and if you give me her father's name." I sigh.

I need to check who the hell he is.

We stayed at the hospital for two days for my baby's screening and checkup. My doctor instructed and advised me, and I am very thankful for that because I am a first-time parent.

Mom suggested that they should buy a house for me.

Dad agrees. That's why I now live in one of the most luxurious villages in Singapore—the perks of having wealthy parents.

They have already prepared everything before we can get home.

Dad decided to return to the US after settling fine in the house.

Mom suggested staying here for the first month to guide me.

They even prepared everything I needed.

I now have two housemaids and one driver.

My daughter was already spoiled by her grandparents because of the luxuriousness of her room.

"Thank you for everything, Mom,"

"You're always welcome."

I look at my mom handling my daughter. I saw how happy she was, but I always remember how disappointed they were when I broke the news.

I accepted all of the harsh words they said for the first time. Who wouldn't get mad? They know their daughter as modest and wise.

They accepted me and said sorry right after that day.

I am so lucky to have parents like them.

I will treasure their love and understanding forever.

I have my mom by my side, helping me each night.

Being a mother is a challenging task.

But I will do my best to provide everything that my daughter wants.