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 stab her

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

only married her because his grandmother liked her. Her presence had also improved his grandmother’s health, so

a month back, he wouldn’t even have noticed that

would only be a waste of Mia’s time and youth. It was better for them

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

belly. He frowned. “Didn’t I tell you to take the morning-after pill after

a month ago was an accident—the one and only accident that had happened over the three years of their

She quickly moved it away, but Timothy

If I were pregnant, would

“No.”

point in having a baby when its parents were caught

as he let go of

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

she’d put her heart into making. They had gone cold. She

rubbed her belly. There was a tiny life growing in there. She swallowed her bitterness as she thought, “Your

giving birth to a pair of twins, banishing her to her adoptive aunt’s house. Fortunately, her aunt, Patricia

love her, but she’d still tried her best to be a good wife to him. Now, reality had proven to her that it was impossible for one to make a rock