My Fake Husband Searched the World to Find Me

And yet now, Kylian told me to “endure it.”

A glint of triumph flashed in Felicity’s eyes, though her expression quickly shifted into a pitiful pout—eyes red like a rabbit’s.

“Amber, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were allergic to pollen. Do you think Kiran might inherit your allergy too?”

I looked at her—dressed in a designer outfit, wearing delicate makeup—then down at myself, still in a wrinkled nursing gown, barefaced, worn out from childbirth. The contrast couldn’t have been starker.

“Why would he be allergic?” I said flatly. “He’s not even my child.”

For some reason, Kylian’s heart skipped a beat. She shouldn’t know... he thought. She’s not supposed to know the truth.

He leaned close to my ear and murmured gently, “Honey, what are you saying? Didn’t we agree not to bring up the baby's parentage anymore?”

His voice was low and soothing, laced with helpless affection.

I turned to look at his face—the same face that once overflowed with love when I first became pregnant.

Back then, my morning sickness was so severe he learned to cook from scratch just to make meals I could stomach.

He showered me with limited-edition handbags and jewelry, trying to keep me in good spirits every day.

He never missed a single prenatal checkup. Even if it meant losing billion-dollar deals, he always came home in time for nightly baby bonding rituals.

And when he found out the child wasn’t his by blood, he never blamed me. He only expressed regret that his mother had hit me.

Each gesture, each sacrifice—how could it not feel like love?

But now, the unbearable itching on my skin and the growing tightness in my throat told me the truth.

Kylian’s love was never for me. It was for the child I carried—for Felicity’s child.

Now that the baby was born, my only remaining value was to help raise someone else’s son.

As I slipped into unconsciousness, I let out a faint, bitter smile and whispered to his anxious face, “How long do you plan to keep lying to me...”

But Kylian didn’t hear me—he was too busy frantically pressing the call button, summoning doctors to save me.

To “make it up to me,” he insisted on throwing me a birthday banquet the next day after my condition had stabilized.

He presented a full set of gemstone jewelry as my birthday gift.

I barely spared it a glance. My eyes were fixed on a text notification that just popped up on my phone.

The visa application was approved.

“What good news has you smiling like that, sweetheart?” he asked.

“Oh, nothing. Just a lame scam text,” I replied flatly.

Felicity’s smile faltered as she watched us from across the room. Jealousy flared in her eyes, and her grip on the baby tightened.

Kiran immediately wailed in pain.

Thinking he was hungry again, Kylian quickly urged me to nurse him.

I hesitated, wanting to refuse—but then I remembered I was still officially unmarried, and my visa had finally come through.

This double dose of liberation softened me just enough to be kind—one last time—to the child who’d shared my body for ten months.

I took him to a spare guest room.

But just as I sat down, Felicity followed me inside and closed the door behind her.

Gone was the sweet act. Glaring at me, she sneered.

“Amber, you used your childhood sweetheart status to get Kylian's mother to drive me away and forced your way into marrying Kylian. Bet you never expected it to end like this, huh?”

“Ten months of pregnancy just to give birth to my child—how does it feel being forced into a glorified wet nurse?”

“Even if that old hag made Kylian marry you, so what? You’ll never have his love. Not even the child you gave birth is really yours. Honestly? If I were you, I’d have found a quiet place to die by now.”

Her voice was venomous, every word meant to pierce.

But I was in such a good mood—knowing I’d soon be leaving this twisted farce behind—I didn’t even feel like responding.

My indifference only fueled her rage.

She whipped out her phone and shoved the screen in my face, her tone turning manic.

“Look! See this? Daily transfers—1,314,520 dollars every single day. That number spells ‘I will love you for a lifetime.’ Each one is proof of Kylian’s undying love for me!”