Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

Timothy saw the things that were strewn over the ground. They were all regular clothing. Mia hadn’t taken a single branded item with her.

Hadn’t she married him because she wanted those things? He couldn’t believe she hadn’t taken any of it.

Timothy’s gaze landed on the dirty recyclable bag, and he frowned. “Are you playing hard to get again? Whose pity are you trying to win again? It’s not like Grandma’s here!”

He hadn’t let her down in any way throughout their three-year marriage, aside from not having feelings for her. He’d never been stingy with her.

Even with the divorce, he was going to compensate her a huge sum. It was more than enough for her to live a comfortable life.

Did she really want to leave, or was she just putting on an act?

Mia held her phone tightly, still processing the news of her family having found her. In the past, she’d dreamed of her family finding her one day so she wouldn’t be alone anymore.

these thoughts, but in Timothy’s eyes, this was a

to limp as she approached them. “Tim, she packed her things to leave but went to the kitchen to get that dirty recyclable bag to put her stuff in. She refused to listen to me no matter what

bag, sir, but she refused to listen. She

to garner pity. If people were to hear

silence filled the air. Mia stood there motionlessly as she listened to Maya and Kaleb frame her. She fixed her gaze on Timothy, wanting to know what he would say.

and asked coldly, “Don’t you have anything to say?”

trace of mockery flashed in her eyes. “They’ve already said everything there is

believe her regardless of what she said, anyway. There

you want?” In Timothy’s eyes, Mia was

to be a trophy wife that spends all your money. Look at those other trophy wives—they either go shopping or have high tea

you, the kitchen is where I’ve spent most of my time, and the furthest I’ve gone is the market. I’ve spent three years as your wife, yet getting kicked to the curb is all I’ve gotten.

divorce papers, I don’t wanna be your slave anymore. What’s so

lifted off her chest now that she’d vented her frustrations in one go. As

you done?” Timothy

her a credit card that was specifically meant to pay for

bring Mia the latest clothing items from all the biggest