I picked up the ATM card and flung it back at him. "Go to hell, Jason."
His smirk deepened. "Already there, sweetheart."
Then he leaned closer, his breath cold against my skin.
"You know," he said, his voice smooth but taunting, "Noah has already chosen Lily as his new mother."
My blood ran cold.
The kitchen door creaked open, and Lily stepped out, holding Noah’s tiny hand. They were both smiling.
My stomach twisted as I took in the sight before me. Noah—my baby—was cradling a giant robot toy in his arms, one I knew cost more than what I could ever afford. His eyes sparkled as he looked up at Lily, pure admiration shining in them.
“Thank you, Mommy Lily!” he beamed.
Mommy… Lily?
My throat tightened.
“Noah baby… I'm..." I whispered, my voice barely audible.
He turned to me, but there was no excitement in his eyes when he saw me. Just mild curiosity.
"Mommy, why are you mad?" he asked innocently. "Mom Lily bought me this! She’s the best!"
Lily laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Oh, Noah, sweetie, I just want you to be happy." Lily then look at me, "Emma, don't look so hurt. Noah's just being honest. I'm the one who's been taking care of him lately, after all."