When he met me? Coming to think about it I don't really remember, but he never really cared about my past, who I am or who I wanted to be. He took me for me, he took me as I was.
Finding out that the one who made my fathers company bankrupt and sent him to jail making my mom to commit suicide made my anger and fury against him rage higher. He shielded me from rain and fire but I thought back then that it never could make up for what he had done to me, it could never ever untie the knot in my heart.
I thought I never loved him. He knew that my love for him wasn't genuine but to him? It never really mattered, all that mattered was that he loved me. He was ready to walk the 99.9 miles for me. I thought by living with him for 15 years I was getting close to my revenge, I was getting close to justice. But.... But reverse was the case, simply because I was actually stabbing my heart repeatedly without feeling or even knowing it.
He thought me every goddam thing about his company, he told me the names of every fucking person that owes him, he told me all of his secrets and I accepted it all for the sake of revenge without realizing that I I was luring myself into my own trap.
Looking back I think it didn't really matter because I was sure he loved me.