My Wife. My Muse.

Their perfect marriage.

His perfect mask.

Their perfect love.

Her perfect trust.

Amir Rowan was a captivating sculptor with a hidden darkness, a monster cloaked in sunshine, who vowed to protect his bride.

Amery Shen was an introverted mechanic, as sweet as her pecan pie, and fiercely devoted to her husband, pledging to always stand by his side.

Then she appeared, a stranger with haunting grey eyes, no past, no ties, just a cursed house in Willow Crest.

Loathed by all. Loved by none. With flowers and cake, she waltzed into their lives, and suddenly, everything was not so perfect anymore.

Amir was spellbound, while Amery felt the icy grip of dread whenever she was around.

Her perfect love died.

His perfect mask cracked.

Their perfect marriage became a lie.

In Willow Crest, falling in love was a blessing, engaging a sweet promise, but marrying? That was a perilous dance with death.

The only ones oblivious to the reality were Amir and Amery. So oblivious, they never suspected that the poison seeping into their marriage wasn’t the beautiful stranger, but a curse that had begun to engulf their lives. And now, it was a race against death.

Because

You can enter Willow Crest, but the one who enters will never leave unscathed. Some are fortunate enough to uncover the truth, while others remain ignorant for their entire life.