I held Noah in my arms, his small body burning with fever, and cried for a long time.Luckily, the fever medicine started working, and his temperature came down a little.His flushed little face was streaked with tears."Mommy, Daddy really doesn't want us anymore, does he?"I didn't answer. I just held him.In the end, it was my parents who called in a favor, found a doctor, and got him transferred to another hospital.The tests showed Noah had severe pneumonia, and he had to be admitted.For a whole week, I didn't see Adrian once.But then I saw an Instagram post from Chloe.Adrian was fussing over her and her son, taking care of their every need.They held hands and looked blissfully happy.The caption read, "Our little family of three."I stared at the photo, laughing until I cried and crying until I laughed."Adrian, I hate you so much!"By the next day, Noah was well enough to go home.Before we left, I asked his doctor not to tell anyone that Noah had ever been there.Then I wen
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