Soulful (TayNew)

part-5

Tay's POV
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Chapter 5: A Love Buried in Silence

I am Tay. And I love my husband.

Yes, I love him more than anything in this world.

But… I can’t tell him that.

Because the moment I admit it—I will lose him.

My life has been nothing but pain, loss, and regrets. Love? It was never something I believed in. How can I love someone else when I have never even learned to love myself?

Do you want to know why?

Fine. Let me tell you a story.

I had a sister once. My twin. My other half. The only person who truly understood me.

She was stolen from me.

We were just kids when they took us—kidnapped in the dead of night. We cried, we screamed, we begged for our parents, but no one came.

And then—darkness.

When I woke up, I was home.

But she wasn’t.

She never came back.

I asked my parents, begged them to tell me where she was. But they only smiled through their pain, pretending she never existed. Pretending I was never a brother.

But I could never pretend.

She was my sister.

And I failed to protect her.

My parents searched for years, but nothing. No clues. No leads. Just silence.

But I know they’re out there—the ones who took her. Watching. Waiting. Mocking me.

That’s why I became who I am today. That’s why I made myself powerful. I will find them. I will make them pay. Even if it costs me my life.

But now… there’s someone else I need to protect.

New.

My husband. My fragile, innocent, unbearably cute husband.

He doesn’t know it, but the danger surrounding me… now surrounds him too.

That’s why my father kept him locked away, why our wedding was small, why I act cold, why I barely come home. I need them to believe I don’t care about him. I need to keep him away from all of this.

But he makes it impossible.

His voice, his face, his damn stubbornness—he drives me insane.

And God, he is so cute.

I want to—No. No, Tay, stop. He’s not even 18 yet. What the hell am I thinking?

I can’t control myself around him. His soft skin, his big innocent eyes, his warmth… he’s like a drug, and I am already addicted.

When I first met him, I thought he was pretty.

But on our wedding day…

I was ruined.

I took one look at him, and my heart nearly exploded.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think.

So I avoided his gaze. I had to. If I had stared even a second longer, I don’t know what I would’ve done.

And now?

He’s becoming bolder. Talking more. Smiling more.

Begging me to love him.

Begging me to be his friend.

But why be his friend when I am his husband?

Why is he asking me for something that is already his?

Does he not understand? If I start acting the way I truly feel, I might break.

Yet, I am a terrible husband.

I left him hungry for three days after our wedding.

Three. Whole. Days.

The moment I found out, it felt like someone had stabbed me straight through the heart.

Why didn’t he tell me?

How did I not notice?

I rushed to the market, determined to bring him food, to fix what I had done.

But then—I got the call.

We found your sister’s murderer.

I dropped everything. I ran.

Only to realize… it was a lie.

Just like always, my luck is rotten. Just like always, I failed.

I failed as a brother. I failed as a husband.

And now? I can feel it—I am failing him again.

New… please, forgive me.

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THANK YOU EVERYONE 😊 🥰