Chapter 8
Filiz's point of view
I felt bad for asking him this question especially when we were having such intimate moments as husband and wife. I was kind of glad that it was dark because of the
blanket that we put over our heads. He lifted his head to look at me and questioned, "Why are you asking me this question?".
I was glad that I couldn't see his expression clearly. But the inevitable truth was that I never got over my fear of abandoning me again especially after his
stunt with Nihal. But I did know that the question would hurt him.
"It was a question that popped up in my head, " I replied, not meeting his eyes and looking everywhere but him. When he noticed that I was avoiding his deep gaze,
he cupped my face with his hands and made me look at him,
"I am sorry for all the things I hid from you, everything I have done that hurt you, " he confessed in a tone of earnest sincerity.
"Can't you find it in your heart to trust me, yavrum?" he inquired, clutching my face tightly.
"I don't know. After everything that has happened with me since childhood, it is difficult for me to trust anybody, " I admitted, again avoiding his eyes.
"I am not asking you to just trust anybody. I am asking you to trust your husband who loves you more than anything, " he said in a tone that conveyed so much love
that I internally cursed myself for being an asshole to him most of the times. It was ingrained in my DNA and I just couldn't help it. Yes, I was rude to him
at times when he hid stuff from me. At the same time, I loved him most ardently. I knew that I should respond to him in the most affirmative manner but I kept mum for
some unfathomable reason. When I didn't say anything and kept looking at a spot up on the blanket, he said,
"I will change your mind on our honeymoon. "
"You will trust me again "