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.

looked down at the papers. The first page had the words “divorce agreement” written on

down at Mia, taking

grandmother liked her. Her presence had also

he wouldn’t even have

would only be a waste of Mia’s

“If—and this is only hypothetical—I were to

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

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

away, but Timothy grabbed her by the wrist with a complicated gaze. “Are you

asked you a question. If I were pregnant, would you want to keep the

“No.”

point in having a baby when its parents were

seemed to empty out as he let go of her.

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

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

in there. She swallowed her bitterness as she thought, “Your daddy may not

grown up as an orphan. Her adoptive parents had kicked her aside after giving birth to a pair of twins, banishing her to her adoptive aunt’s house. Fortunately, her

wish to have a 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