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Title: Her Love, His Scars
Synopsis:

Ziora never imagined love could hurt this much.

At just twenty, Ziora is a rising fashion designer with big dreams. But when she falls for Damian — a charming yet complicated footballer — her world begins to fall apart. Their relationship is passionate but unstable. He gives her butterflies and heartbreak all at once.

Despite the lies, emotional pain, and repeated breakups, Ziora finds herself unable to let go. She keeps going back, hoping for change, even when it hurts.

But Ziora is not the only one silently suffering. Her friends, Halima, Chioma, and Adaeze, all carry secret struggles.

As Ziora fights to heal from Damian’s grip, she learns that real love doesn’t leave you broken. And sometimes, saving yourself means walking away — even when your heart wants to stay.

Her Love, His Scars is a story of toxic love, friendship, betrayal, and healing ,secret and lies Perfect for anyone who has loved the wrong person and had to find the courage to love themselves instead and those that are afraid of speaking out for fear of being judged by friends

HER LOVE HIS SCARS

Chapter Ten — A Tired Kind of Love

Ziora didn't block him this time. She didn't delete their chat. She didn't cry either.

She read his messages and left them on "Seen." She watched his calls ring out. Not because she was trying to punish him, but because she didn't have the strength anymore. Love had become exhausting. Always proving, always pleasing, always bleeding.

When they finally met, he looked at her like nothing was wrong. Like the weight she'd been carrying wasn't his.

"You've been ignoring me," he said, a hint of confusion and hurt in his voice.

Ziora stared at him. "I've been protecting my peace."

She didn't answer right away. She studied him — his face, his hands, the way he shifted uncomfortably when she didn't smile.

"You know you hurt me, right?" she asked finally.

Damian looked down, then back at her. "I know. But I never wanted to. I just... I don't know how to love properly."

There it was — raw. Honest. For the first time, Damian let something vulnerable slip through his pride.

Ziora blinked, caught off guard. "Then why do you keep coming back if you don't know how to love?"

"Because I don't want to lose you."

Her heart skipped. But it wasn't the same skip it used to be. This one came with pain.

Later that night, Ziora lay on her bed, phone in hand. Her chest felt heavy, so she did what she always did when she couldn't talk to her real friends:

She texted Sasha.

A girl she met on an whatsapp months ago — someone who lived far away but somehow understood her better than anyone close.

Ziora: "I saw him today. He said he doesn't know how to love. But he doesn't want to lose me."

Sasha: "That's not enough, babe. You deserve more."

Ziora: "I know... but hearing it from him made me weak again."

Sasha: "Let me message him. Pretend I'm a random girl."

Ziora hesitated… then agreed. Maybe she needed the truth, even if it shattered her.

The next day, Sasha sent screenshots. Damian replied. Flirted. Asked for her number.

Sasha: "He didn't even hesitate, Zee."

Ziora's chest sank. She reread the messages over and over, hoping to find some way to explain it away.

"Maybe he thought you were joking," she typed.

"Maybe he didn't know what he was doing."

Her heart defended him. But her brain was tired.

Sasha: "You need to block him and heal."

Ziora stared at the screen, fingers hovering over Damian's name.

Even in his wrong, she still wanted to find a reason to stay.

Chapter ten