Ned stared at her, his face devoid of expression.
"How can you do this… how can you treat me like this…" Sophie pressed her hand hard against her chest, but she couldn't stop the dull, wrenching pain inside.
"I hate women's tears. The moment a woman starts crying in front of me, it usually means it's time to break up." Ned's voice was ice-cold. "So why are you crying?"
She stared at him in stunned silence, tears pooling in her eyes. Her face had turned deathly pale. She gazed at him as though her breathing had stopped, as though time itself had frozen.
Ned turned away, walked to the roadside, and hailed a cab. Sophie remained rooted in the shadows until he came back, grabbed her arm, and shoved her into the car…
The entire ride home, neither of them spoke a word. When they reached the small apartment, Sophie got out.
