Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 864

Bennett drove Yvonne back to Cherry Bay.

With the passenger seat reclined, Yvonne lay back, letting out a soft yawn.

Bennett’s driving was so smooth that she soon drifted off to sleep.

While the car was stopped at a red light, Bennett gently draped his jacket over her.

The small space was filled with a quiet, warm intimacy.

Meanwhile, Noah and Cynthia had also left the Thompson estate.

But inside their car, the silence was so heavy it felt like the air had frozen.

At the Thompson home, Cynthia had been flawless—poised, gracious, and getting along wonderfully with everyone.

But in reality, she and Noah had been giving each other the cold shoulder for some time.

Their wedding had been marred by some unpleasantness, and Cynthia had slept in a separate room on their wedding night.

Noah, knowing he was in the wrong, had done his best to make it up to her, making her breakfast by hand every day and showering her with flowers and thoughtful gifts.

Cynthia wasn't one to hold a grudge, and they soon made up.

During this time, Karina had been relentless, calling Noah every few days to say that Nicola was crying for her daddy, but Noah had steeled himself and ignored her.

As newlyweds, Cynthia and Noah were planning their honeymoon.

Cynthia spent a long time creating a detailed travel itinerary, but just as they were about to board their flight, Karina called Noah, claiming Nicola was sick with a 104-degree fever.

After their marriage, Noah ended up spending more time with his ex-wife and daughter than with his own new wife.

It even got to the point where, whenever Cynthia and Noah tried to be intimate, Karina would call at the most opportune moment, claiming Nicola was ill.

At first, Cynthia was understanding and encouraged Noah to go see his child.

But then, one night, they were in the middle of making love when Noah’s phone rang. It was Karina, sobbing that Nicola was vomiting and had passed out.

Noah scrambled to pull on his clothes, ready to leave, but Cynthia finally snapped.

“Noah, does your daughter always pick the most convenient times to get sick?!”

Noah, too worried about his daughter to think clearly, argued back. As he left, he threw one last barb at Cynthia, “It’s not her fault she’s sick! Do you think she wants to be sick? Cynthia, you've changed. I don't even recognize you anymore.”