“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.

bring up any requests you might have,”

the papers. The first page had the words “divorce agreement” written on it. The bright whiteness of the paper

on his face. He looked down at Mia, taking in

liked her. Her presence had also

he wouldn’t even have noticed that they’d been

waste of Mia’s time and youth. It

belly and asked shakily, “If—and this is only hypothetical—I were to tell you

landed on her belly. He frowned. “Didn’t I tell you to take the morning-after pill after that

only accident that had happened over the three years of

her hand had been burned. She quickly moved it away, but Timothy grabbed her by the wrist with a complicated gaze. “Are you

you a question. If I were pregnant, would you want to

“No.”

were caught

empty out

head back to force the

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