Chapter 1

My boyfriend's childhood friend, an acclaimed screenwriter, desperately needed a hit script to reclaim her former glory.

So my boyfriend, who was also my therapist, handed her the story of my family's murder.

He didn't tell me when the movie premiered.

But I went anyway.

On the big screen, my family of three, who were supposed to be the victims, were twisted into evil people who deserved their fate.

The ruthless criminal, however, was painted as a pathetic figure, driven to crime by desperation.

Watching my nightmare tear through the screen, I dug my nails deep into my palms until I felt the warm blood, biting my own skin just to stay conscious.

When the movie ended, Scarlett ascended the stage to a wave of acclaim.

With a smile, she linked arms with Liam and addressed the audience.

"Everyone, this brilliant mind is not just the city's top therapist—he's the muse behind everything you just saw."

The hall erupted once more while the host praised them as a perfect match in talent and grace.

Under Liam's stunned gaze, I slowly raised my hand.

"A question, if I may," I said, "for the muse himself."