They say love changes people. Mine did too. Until someone attacked the one weakness I had spent years protecting. He didn't just destroy my world. He turned the woman I was into someone even I no longer recognized. I still remember the pain. Because some wounds don't heal— they sink into the deepest corners of your heart, where love is drowned beneath an ocean of hatred. And whenever that buried wound aches, my entire existence trembles… only for my hatred to grow deeper. I haven't forgotten. I haven't forgiven. I'm only waiting. Because the day my silence ends, he'll finally understand— he didn't break a helpless girl. He created his own worst enemy. This isn't a story about love. It's about what remains when love is destroyed. This is my story. LOATH. — Nafrat.