Sometimes in life something would happen and it would shook your very foundation to its core. Cecilia's revelation was exactly like that. I was shook to my very core. It was not Vera, Ivan truly loved. He was in love with the idea of her being me. I was the one in all those paintings. How can I believe that? How can I adjust myself to that idea when I was already convinced within that he hated me to the very core? I had no idea whether to be happy, shocked or sad.
All along these years, I thought I was crazy for loving him. But he loved me just as much and despite the distance between us, we were there in each other's heart's. All along, all these years...all these days that he has been torturing me, he had no idea he was hurting the woman he loved so much.
And this thought made me ver
