Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

Maya was secretly delighted but didn’t let it show. She pretended to be magnanimous, saying, “I’ll forgive you for Tim’s sake.”

Mia straightened up and looked at Timothy. “Can I go now?”

She didn’t want to spend another second there. She bent down to pick the divorce agreement up and handed it to him. This time, her attitude was as firm as possible.

Timothy looked at the divorce agreement and subconsciously frowned. He hadn’t expected Mia to sign the papers without a fuss this time. Whenever he’d tried to do this in the past, she would have Laura help her.

He’d already thought of the ways he could persuade Laura to see sense, but it seemed he wouldn’t need to do anything.

Timothy couldn’t help feeling uncomfortable. He looked at Mia’s suitcase. Was she leaving already?

He looked at her. “Have you already found a place to stay?”

Mia answered reflexively. She looked at him

averted his gaze. “Go downstairs to get some ice for Maya’s foot. She sprained it because of you, so you can’t leave without

so this was still about Maya. For a split second, Mia had thought Timothy was worried about her. It seemed their three-year marriage was

left the bedroom, walking stiffly. Her husband’s mistress had barged into their marital home and taken control of what was supposed to be their bed. Yet she still had to bring said mistress

“Could you be

instinctively grabbed the plant closest to

moment, someone grabbed her.

at

her to him forcefully, making her head smack against his chest. Her cheek was pressed to his chest; she could hear his

to put some distance between them. Instead of that, Timothy lifted her into his arms and carried

set her on her feet. They’d been married for three years but had never had

said coldly, “Keep your eyes open when you’re walking. You don’t wanna fall on your head and end up like an idiot, do you?”

her lips as she gradually calmed down. She looked at the vase which

anything better to do?” Timothy frowned. He hadn’t hired a house full of maids

then did Mia remember why she’d come downstairs in the first place. She had to get ice for Maya’s

hint of self-deprecation flashed in her eyes. She raised her head a little to see some soil smeared on Timothy’s shirt. It had probably gotten on him when