They say there’s one step from love to hate, and I crossed it. The man I adored and loved with knees-shaking devotion became the most disgusting of all representatives of the stronger sex. He betrayed me at the hardest moment of my life. No matter the storm in my soul and the pain in my heart, I find the strength to start living again. Constantly telling myself “I won’t give up,” I move forward, trying not to remember the past. But fate is merciless to me. Five years later, in my new workplace, on the very first day I run into HIM face to face. We’re colleagues. We’re exes who hate each other so much that they can’t stay in the same room for more than five minutes. How do we work together now? There’s no way. One of us will have to leave—and it won’t be me. And again I whisper to myself: I won’t give up. Contains profanity.