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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 Twelve – Her Love, His Scars

Ziora didn't cry the day they broke up — not because it didn't hurt, but

because she was already numb. The pain had soaked into her bones so deeply that

her tears dried up before they could fall. She told her friends nothing. Around

them, she smiled, laughed, acted like she always did. But inside? She was

Her online friend — the one who had helped her test Damian — was the only

one who truly understood what was going on. Sasha didn't judge her. She didn't

call her foolish for still caring, or weak for not blocking him. Instead, she

listened. She comforted her. She told her the truth gently.

"I know healing isn't easy," Sasha had said one night.

"I know you still love him… and that's okay. But love should never make you

And Ziora tried. She really tried. But she couldn't bring herself to cut

So, she and Sasha talked. Sometimes about Damian. Sometimes about nothing at

all. Movies. Food. Boys. Healing. It felt normal. Safe. Like having a soft

Then, one quiet afternoon, Damian texted:

Her heart tightened. As much as she wanted to ignore it, she couldn't. He

was human. And despite everything, she cared. So she went over to his house —

not as a girlfriend, but as a friend. She cooked for him. Tidied the room a

bit. Sat by his side when he looked weak. Not once did she bring up their past.

But when he looked at her, his eyes soft and tired, he asked,

"Ziora… are you not ready to bury the hatchet?"

"I'm not fighting you, Damian. I just want peace. That's all I want now."

There was a silence that followed — a thick, heavy silence that felt like

She didn't know if peace would ever come easily, or if love would ever make

sense again. But for the first time in a long while, she had chosen herself.

And maybe… just maybe… that was the start of her healing.

Chapter twelve