Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

“Congratulations, you’re one month pregnant. Everything looks fine.”

Mia Bowen held the results of her pregnancy test as she returned to her marital home, feeling like she was dreaming. Was she actually pregnant?

She mustered the courage to text her husband, Timothy Barrett. “Will you be coming home for dinner tonight?”

It felt like forever as she waited for a reply. He’d never liked it when people disturbed him at work, and she was worried that her message would go unanswered as it had in the past.

In the next second, her phone lit up. Timothy replied curtly, “Yeah. I have something to tell you.”

After getting an answer, Mia hurried to get the groceries for that night’s dinner. She put the results of the pregnancy test on the table, then flipped it over, feeling that she was being too obvious.

In the evening, a black limousine drove into the courtyard. Timothy got out with his suit jacket casually flung over one arm. He had a tall figure and striking features.

“Timothy, you’re back.” Mia jogged over to him, reaching out to take his suit jacket. But Timothy handed her some papers instead. A trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.

“Take a look at this. You can bring up any requests you might have,” he said.

the papers. The first page had the words “divorce agreement” written on it. The bright whiteness of the paper seemed to

his face. He looked down at Mia, taking in the baby fat around her face. She looked

didn’t have any feelings for her. He’d only married her because his grandmother liked her. Her presence had also improved his grandmother’s health,

the accident a month back, he wouldn’t even have noticed that they’d been married for three

waste of Mia’s time and youth. It was better for

belly and asked shakily, “If—and this is only hypothetical—I were to tell you that I’m pregnant, would you still go ahead

her belly. He frowned. “Didn’t I tell you to take the

was an accident—the one and only accident that had happened over the three years

moved it away, but Timothy grabbed her by the wrist with a complicated

breathing hitched. “I asked you a question. If I

“No.”

when its parents were caught in a loveless

to empty out as he let

back to force the tears back. Timothy’s words where like knives that stabbed her right in

into making. They had gone cold. She poured them into the trash, feeling

as she thought, “Your daddy may

parents had kicked her aside after giving birth to a pair of twins, banishing her to her

best to be a good wife to him. Now, reality had proven to her that it was impossible for one to