Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen ( Mia Bowen ) novel 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 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.

Mia looked down at the papers. The first page had the words “divorce agreement” written on it. The bright 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 in the 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. Her presence 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 three years.

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

Mia gently placed a hand over her belly and asked shakily, “If—and this is only hypothetical—I were to tell 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 that time?”

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

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