NURSE GOT PREGNANT BY A HOMELESS MAN SHE TOOK IN — EVERYONE MOCKED HER, BUT THEY WERE SHOCKED TO LEARN HE WAS A MILLIONAIRE
That night, heavy rain poured over Manila, whipped by fierce winds.
Glaiza had just finished her shift at a public hospital. Exhausted, hungry, and soaked to the bone, she was walking back to her rented room when she noticed a dark figure lying beside a pile of trash. It was a man—collapsed on the ground, his face covered in mud and blood, shivering from the cold. His clothes were torn and filthy, as if they hadn’t been washed in months.
People passed by, disgusted, avoiding him. Some even kicked his foot to force him out of the way.
As a nurse, Glaiza couldn’t ignore what she saw.
She approached him.
“Sir? Are you okay?” she asked.
The man didn’t respond, but his eyes were wide open—filled with fear and confusion. Glaiza noticed a deep wound on his head. She knew that if she left him there, he would die—from infection or hypothermia.
Despite her fear that he might be dangerous, compassion won.
She helped the man onto a tricycle and brought him to her small apartment.
For several weeks, Glaiza became his nurse.
She bathed him, treated his wounds, and dressed him in her late father’s old clothes. As the dirt washed away, Glaiza was shocked.
He was handsome.
A sharp nose, smooth skin hidden before by grime, and a dignified posture. But there was one problem—he had no memory. He didn’t know his name or where he came from. The only thing he knew was fear.
Glaiza named him “Kiko.”
With nowhere else to go, Kiko stayed while he recovered. He was gentle and kind. He cleaned the house, cooked meals, and waited for Glaiza every night after work. Despite his memory loss, he was intelligent—fluent in English and knowledgeable about complex topics, though he didn’t know why.
Living simply in that tiny room, they fell in love.
Glaiza loved Kiko not for who he used to be, but for who he was now—kind, loving, and loyal.
But their relationship didn’t remain a secret.
Neighbors and the landlady found out that a “homeless man” was living with Glaiza. Gossip spread.
“Nurse Glaiza is living with a beggar!”
“Disgusting! He probably carries diseases!”
Things got worse when Glaiza became pregnant.
At the hospital, she became a target of ridicule. Doctors and fellow nurses who once admired her dedication now looked at her with disgust.
“You wasted your future, Glaiza,” her Head Nurse said. “All for a man with no name and no money.”
Due to accusations of “immorality” and pressure from judgmental coworkers, Glaiza’s contract was not renewed.
She lost her job—while pregnant.
She went home in tears. Kiko held her tightly.
“I’m sorry, Glaiza,” he cried. “This is my fault. I’m a burden to you.”
“No,” she said firmly. “I love you. We’ll get through this.”
But the hardship didn’t end there.
The next day, the landlady banged on their door.
“Get out! I don’t want scandalous people in my apartment! Who knows what disease your crazy husband carries!”
They were evicted.
With nowhere else to go, Glaiza and Kiko moved into a small shack near the train tracks. Life became unbearably hard. Despite being pregnant, Glaiza sold homemade snacks. Kiko scavenged bottles and newspapers.
Sometimes, when he managed to earn a little extra, Kiko would buy a single rose for Glaiza.
“I may not give you a palace,” he said, “but I promise—you’ll never be alone.”
One day, while selling scrap at the market, a convoy of luxury vehicles passed by—a black Rolls-Royce followed by three Land Cruisers. Traffic forced them to stop.
Kiko looked into the reflection of the Rolls-Royce window.
Suddenly, his head exploded with pain.
He collapsed onto the road, clutching his head, screaming.
“Sir! Sir!” people shouted.
Inside the Rolls-Royce, an elderly woman saw the man kneeling outside. Her eyes widened.
“Stop the car. NOW!” she ordered.
She stepped out with armed bodyguards, causing panic in the crowd. People thought an arrest was happening.
The woman rushed to Kiko and held his face.
“Miguel?! My son?! Is that you?!” she cried.
Kiko looked up.
The moment he saw her face, his memories came flooding back—the ambush, the crash, falling into a ravine, his name, his life.
“Mama…” he whispered before losing consciousness.
Kiko—whose real name was Miguel—was rushed to the finest hospital.
Glaiza heard rumors at the market.
“They took your husband! The rich people! Maybe he’s being arrested!”
Terrified, pregnant, and penniless, Glaiza ran to the hospital. Guards blocked her.
“No beggars allowed here!”
“He’s my husband!” she cried. “Kiko!”
At that moment, the elderly woman—Doña Consuelo, owner of Asia’s largest shipping empire—walked out.
“Let her in,” she commanded.
Inside the room, Glaiza saw Kiko—Miguel—lying in a luxurious bed, hooked to IVs, surrounded by doctors. Clean. Refined. Like royalty.
“Kiko?” she whispered.
Miguel opened his eyes and looked at her.
For a moment, Glaiza feared everything—fear that he wouldn’t recognize her, that he would now be ashamed of her.
But Miguel smiled and reached for her hand.
“Glaiza… my love.”
She broke down in tears.
He hadn’t forgotten her.
Doña Consuelo explained everything. Miguel had disappeared a year earlier after an ambush sent his vehicle crashing into a ravine. He was presumed dead. He was a billionaire, a Harvard graduate, and heir to a vast empire.
Miguel turned to his mother.
“This woman saved my life when I had nothing,” he said. “She bathed me, fed me, loved me when I was a homeless man the world despised. She’s carrying my child.”
Instead of anger, Doña Consuelo embraced Glaiza tightly.
“Thank you, hija. I owe you my son’s life.”
After recovering, Miguel returned—not to live in the shack, but to face those who had humiliated them.
He arrived by helicopter, with Glaiza beside him in a designer dress.
The landlady who evicted them nearly collapsed when Miguel bought the entire apartment complex.
“I’m buying this,” Miguel said calmly. “To demolish it and build a free hospital for the poor. As for you—find somewhere else to live.”
Glaiza’s former coworkers turned pale when they learned the hospital’s new owners were Miguel’s family.
Glaiza called in the Head Nurse who once mocked her.
“I won’t take revenge,” Glaiza said gently. “But next time you see a homeless or poor person, don’t judge them. Beneath the dirt is a beating heart.”
Miguel and Glaiza married in a grand ceremony. Their child was born heir to unimaginable wealth—but more importantly, raised on a story of love that began on the roadside.
Glaiza proved that true wealth isn’t found in a wallet—but in character.
And those who choose love in the face of nothingness are often the most blessed in the end.