My Perfect Marriage Was His Perfect Crime novel Chapter 7

In the interrogation room, Sterling sat motionless, holding Nina's photo without saying a word. No matter how many questions the police asked, it was as if he couldn't hear them at all.

The photo of Nina was a little older than she looked now—her eyebrows and eyes full of life, though she seemed slightly darker and thinner. It was taken the year she was brought back to the Clarkson family, a photo Sterling had taken for her.

He never expected that after all these years, this would be the only photo of her he had, while he had thousands of photos of Luna.

If only he could turn back time, he would have taken countless photos of Nina—of her smiling, crying, walking, cooking for him, and their pictures together. He would never have been so impatient again.

Sterling held the photo tightly, as if embracing Nina, his mind replaying the words she had once said to him.

"Sterling, I'm telling you, the baby's really healthy. Strong as an ox! I've been telling you that I look thin, but actually, I'm healthy. After all, my master's a famous medical expert! I'm sure now—this baby's a boy. Your family's heir is coming! In a couple of years, we'll have a daughter too, okay?"

Only now did Sterling understand just how much Nina had trusted him when she unknowingly ate the food laced with Fertility Blocker.

But unfortunately, he realized this too late.

Inside the interrogation room, the man broke down, crying uncontrollably like a child who had lost everything.

The officers shook their heads:

"Should have thought of that before. You're a scumbag! Thinking you can escape legal responsibility by staying silent? Premeditated murder, the evidence is solid, you're looking at the death penalty."

"The Blackwood family's involved, claiming he has a mental illness and requesting bail!"

Sterling was soon released from the police station.

Outside, Luna was waiting.

She rushed into Sterling's arms, sobbing helplessly, "Sterling, I only have you now. Please don't leave me."

"I know Nina's sudden death is hard for you to accept, but she's gone. We who remain must move forward. Life must go on."

"I've already explained things to my parents. I won't be going back. Your mother agreed too. We'll leave this painful place to heal, just the three of us, starting fresh. Will you? Will you do that for me?"

She looked up at him, her eyes full of hope.

In the past, Sterling had always loved Luna's eyes. He had once said her eyes contained the entire galaxy, the most beautiful sight in the world.

Whenever he saw her eyes, Sterling would be willing to offer her the world. Luna thought he would soften, but to her surprise—

Sterling coldly pushed her into the midst of them, "This woman's yours now. Play with her as you wish—just don't kill her."

"No! Sterling, you can't do this to me!" Luna screamed, desperate.

Sterling sneered coldly, "Of course I can."

"Because of you, Nina's dead. I've been suffering, wishing I could die. Why should you get to walk away scot-free?"

Luna was dragged away by the homeless men, her heart sinking as she realized the man she had loved was now her tormentor.

She regretted it so much—she should've left long ago, never to return. She had never wanted to be with him, so why did she have to bear this pain in the end?

Six months later, Sterling's verdict was announced.

He was acquitted due to his diagnosed mental illness.

It wasn't because the Blackwood family pulled strings—it was because Sterling had genuinely developed schizophrenia.