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

I spent the following weeks recovering at Logan Knight's estate.


My only daily concern was what to tell the kitchen I wanted to eat.


He seemed incredibly busy, yet he always made time for me.


He played golf with me, taught me how to ride, and took me for walks in Discovery Park.


Occasionally, I would catch myself staring into space.


He seemed born for this world of glamour and luxury, every gesture exuding an effortless elegance.


In his company, my broken heart began to heal, piece by piece.


Except for the daily texts from Charles, each one dripping with self-pitying regret.


“75 days left. Natalie, I dreamt of you last night.”


“50 days left. I regret it, Natalie. Are you okay?”


“30 days left. I went near the Knight estate today. I couldn't get close, but just seeing the house you're in from a distance made me feel a little better.”


Charles must have thought I was suffering terribly, which is why he never expected a reply.


Chapter 6