Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen ( Mia Bowen )
Chapter 1

“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 shewas dreaming. Was she actually pregnant?

She mustered the courage to text her husband, Timothy Barrett. “Will you be coming home for dinnertonight?”

It felt like forever as she waited for a reply. He’d never liked it when people disturbed him at work, andshe 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 ofthe 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 casuallyflung 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 handedher 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.

Mia looked down at the papers. The first page had the words “divorce agreement” written on it. Thebright whiteness of the paper seemed to stab her eyes.

Timothy tugged his tie loose, traces of fatigue showing on his face. He looked down at Mia, taking inthe baby fat around her face. She looked like a minor.

He didn’t have any feelings for her. He’d only married her because his grandmother liked her. Herpresence had also improved his grandmother’s health, so this marriage was mutually beneficial.

If not for the accident a month back, he wouldn’t even have noticed that they’d been married for threeyears.

Keeping this façade up would only be a waste of Mia’s time and youth. It was better for them toseparate.

Mia gently placed a hand over her belly and asked shakily, “If—and this is only hypothetical—I were totell you that I’m pregnant, would you still go ahead with the divorce?”

Timothy’s gaze landed on her belly. He frowned. “Didn’t I tell you to take the morning-after pill after thattime?”

What happened a month ago was an accident—the one and only accident that had happened over thethree years of their marriage.

Mia acted like her hand had been burned. She quickly moved it away, but Timothy grabbed her by thewrist with a complicated gaze. “Are you really pregnant?”

Mia’s breathing hitched. “I asked you a question. If I were pregnant, would you want to keep the baby?”

“No.”

Timothy sighed. There was no point in having a baby when its parents were caught in a lovelessmarriage. It was what had happened with his parents.

Mia’s heart seemed to empty out as he let go of her.

She watched as he walked away. Then, she tilted her head back to force the tears back. Timothy’swords where like knives that stabbed her right in the chest.

Mia looked at the food she’d put her heart into making. They had gone cold. She poured them into thetrash, feeling a bit nauseous from the greasiness.

She rubbed her belly. There was a tiny life growing in there. She swallowed her bitterness as shethought, “Your daddy may not want you, but I’ll definitely protect you with all I’ve got.”

She’d grown up as an orphan. Her adoptive parents had kicked her aside after giving birth to a pair oftwins, banishing her to her adoptive aunt’s house. Fortunately, her aunt, Patricia Bowen, treated herwell.

It was Mia’s biggest wish to have a family of her own. She knew Timothy didn’t love her, but she’d stilltried her best to be a good wife to him. Now, reality had proven to her that it was impossible for one tomake a rock melt.

Still, now that she was pregnant, she wouldn’t be alone anymore, even after the divorce.

Mia didn’t bother reading the divorce agreement. She just signed on the last page.

That night, she slept in the master bedroom as usual while Timothy slept in the study. Everything wasthe same as before—they’d been married for three years but had also slept separately for those threeyears.

…

The following morning, Mia received a call from her mother-in-law, Sharon Hopkins. Sharon soundedimperious as she said, “Mia, have the maids tidy up one of the guest bedrooms on the second floor.

“A guest will be staying over for a few days. Remember to welcome her and treat her nicely.”

Mia didn’t even have time to ask who it was when Sharon had already hung up.

She smiled faintly, already used to how disdainful Sharon was of her. It was as if saying another wordto her would bring shame to the Barrett family.

When Mia came downstairs, Timothy had left for work.

In the afternoon, a young woman dressed from head to toe in branded clothing walked into the livingroom. A trace of surprise flashed in Mia’s eyes. Was this the guest Sharon had mentioned? A beautifulyoung woman?