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.

had the words “divorce agreement” written on it. The bright whiteness of the paper seemed to stab her

on his face. He looked down at Mia, taking in the

any feelings for her. He’d 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 they’d been married for three years.

up would only be a waste of Mia’s

over her belly and asked shakily, “If—and this is only hypothetical—I were to tell you

gaze landed on her belly. He frowned. “Didn’t I tell you

only accident that had happened

but Timothy grabbed her by

“I asked you a question. If I were pregnant,

“No.”

its parents were caught in a loveless marriage. It

seemed to empty out as he let go

watched as he walked away. Then, she tilted her head back to force the tears back. Timothy’s words where like knives

had gone cold. She poured them into the trash, feeling a bit nauseous from the greasiness.

in there. She swallowed her bitterness as she thought, “Your daddy may not want you, but I’ll definitely

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

family of her own. She knew Timothy didn’t 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