"Thank you for coming over just to tell me that we are over. At least you gave me that. If you have nothing else to say, you can leave." Her words lazed with full sarcasm. She stood up from the sofa and gestured for the door.
She was not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her break down and cry. She was not going to beg for him to listen to what she had to say and she would never beg him not to leave her. She was done with him. He had judged her for the last time.
She was not going to prolong her agony by sitting across from him and take the false accusation coming from him through his stare. He did not say it through his words, but the way he acted and looked at her said it all. He already made his conclusion of what happened and he had no plan to change his opinion of her.
