Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

Mia clenched her fist around the pregnancy test. “If I really were pregnant, I wouldn’t have agreed to the divorce.”

“I suppose that’s right. After all, a gold digger like you wouldn’t let any opportunity to rise the ranks with a pregnancy slip. Still, even if you were pregnant, Tim wouldn’t allow you to keep the baby. You’re a peasant who doesn’t deserve to give the Barrett family an heir, anyway,” said Maya.

Mia turned to head into the walk-in closet, but Maya followed her. “Hold on. Show me that paper you took from the bedside table.”

After some thought, Maya felt she couldn’t rest easy until she knew what the paper said. What if Mia really were pregnant? She had to get rid of the baby.

Mia held the pregnancy test tighter. “This is my private business.”

“Humph! Private business? I bet you’re just trying to steal something expensive. Hand it over!” Maya stepped forward to pry Mia’s fist open, even raising a hand to hit her.

Mia instinctively threw Maya over her shoulder. The latter landed on her back and wailed, “My leg hurts!”

“What the hell are you doing, Mia?”

voice rang out. Mia turned to see him walk into the room, and her heart jolted. She

only response she received was him walking past her to sweep Maya into his arms. He happened to see the divorce agreement with Mia’s name signed on

longer. Had Mia signed the papers so quickly?

“Tim?”

his senses and asked Maya lowly,

Can I continue playing the piano in the future?” Maya wept.

on the bed. “I’m sure you’re fine.

at Mia. “Apologize to

three older brothers who absolutely doted on her. If the Lane family were to find out about Mia laying a

ached at how Timothy said Maya’s name. Their names were so similar, but Timothy had never pronounced hers correctly.

during the one night they’d slept together, he’d called Maya’s name. She thought he’d been calling her like how he usually mispronounced it, but she now realized he’d just been calling Maya’s name. She’d thought too highly

beginning to end, she was nothing but Maya’s substitute.

ache in Mia’s heart intensified until she grew numb.

first; even a child would know what to do in this situation. Besides, do you know how important a

Even a strand of hair on Maya’s head was more important than her. On the other hand, she was worth

silence for three years, and she didn’t want

stubbornly, “I don’t care whether you believe me, but she’s the one who made the