ManyWriters

In high school, a girl photoshopped my face onto porn, and “slut” was scrawled all over my locker.
Ten years later, my husband, Charles, appeared on her YouTube livestream.
“She has already paid the price for her past,” he pleaded with me. “You're doing so much better than she is now, so just let go of all that unpleasantness.”
I wanted a divorce. He said I was being hysterical.
The next day, I woke up in a speeding car, my hands and feet bound.
Charles’s voice was strained. “I'm sorry. Someone put a price on her head. I can't let her walk to her death.”
The car door was pulled open, and just as I was sinking into utter despair, I saw a familiar face.

My Knight In Darkness

The next day, at the entrance of the King County Family Court.


Standing by the entrance, Charles froze, clearly not expecting to see me get out of a Knight family car.


“Natalie, you’ve been through a lot lately.”


The car window rolled down, and only then did he clearly see the man beside me.


He looked at Logan as if facing a formidable enemy. “Mr. Knight, what brings you here…?”


In his mind, we were here to withdraw the divorce petition.


Logan unfolded his long legs from the car, closing the door nonchalantly.


“I had some business to take care of. Of course, I had to come.”


Charles didn't dare ask any more questions. Seeing my displeased expression, he probably just thought I was still angry.


It wasn't until my lawyer appeared in the hallway of the King County Superior Court and handed us a Final Divorce Order, stamped with the court's official seal, that he realized things had slipped out of his control.


Chapter 7