Before Noah could finish, Cynthia cut him off.
She shook her head wearily. "Let's just drop it. I don't want to blow this up; it would just embarrass you. If you really feel that bad, you can just cover my medical bills and my lost wages."
As she spoke, she held her palm open in front of him with a serious expression.
Noah was stunned for a moment, then he actually took a card from his wallet and placed it in her palm. "This should cover it."
Cynthia looked down at the black card in her hand, about to refuse, when Noah's phone rang.
He glanced at the caller ID and frowned, almost out of habit.
Although Cynthia couldn't see the screen, she could guess it was Karina calling.
"Noah, you should go. Your wife has had a hard time today, too. You should go comfort her and explain things. Molly is on her way; she can stay with me."
Cynthia said, ever the understanding one.
Noah did need to go back and deal with Karina. Every day this marriage dragged on felt more and more unbearable.
"Alright. You get some rest. I'll come see you tomorrow," Noah said softly.
"Okay," Cynthia nodded, watching him turn and leave the room.
Not long after Noah left, Molly pushed the door open and came in.
Molly didn't look happy. "Is that crazy woman out of her mind?" she cursed as she walked in. "Hitting you that hard... a perforated eardrum? You could have actually gone deaf."
"I'm fine," Cynthia said coolly. "I can hear perfectly. I was just trying to scare you guys."
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