“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.

look at this. You can bring up any requests you

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

traces of fatigue showing on his face. He looked down at Mia,

only married her because his grandmother liked her.

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

be a waste of Mia’s time

is only hypothetical—I were to tell you that I’m pregnant, would

He frowned. “Didn’t I tell you

an accident—the one and only accident that had happened over the three years of

She quickly moved it away, but Timothy grabbed her

a question. If I were pregnant, would you

“No.”

were caught in a loveless marriage. It was what had

to empty out

force the tears back. Timothy’s words where like knives that stabbed

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