"From now on, you are the prime suspect in Chester Paget's murder!" Eleanor said as she leaned on the table with both arms, her sharp gaze drilling into me.

"The lab results are out. We found sleeping pills in his bloodstream! Aren't these Diazepams yours? Tell me, why did you murder your husband?"

I froze for a moment before abruptly standing, my emotions spiraling out of control as I shouted, "That's impossible! This bottle contains Carbamazepine!

"I have bipolar disorder—why would there be Diazepam in my house?"

Anyone with basic knowledge would know that Diazepam was used to treat depression and insomnia, but it was contraindicated for bipolar patients. Using it could worsen symptoms and lead to severe adverse effects!

I reached out to grab the bottle, but Eleanor was faster. She snatched it back before I could touch it. My hand grasped at the air, and I slammed the table in frustration.

"You can't just frame me like this! You can check everything—my phone, my computer—they're all at home. I've never purchased Diazepam! Every medication I take is a legitimate prescription from my doctor for treating bipolar disorder!"

Eleanor paused, clearly taken aback. Acknowledging my history of mental illness, she softened her tone and poured me a glass of warm water.

"Calm down, and don't worry. Everything you've said will be investigated thoroughly. For now, I'm afraid you'll have to stay here and rest."

I tilted my head back, drinking most of the water in one gulp. Taking a deep breath, I tried to steady myself, lowering my gaze without saying a word.

Eleanor then left the room. Through the glass, I saw her speaking in low tones with someone outside before walking away.

It was already the afternoon of the next day when she returned.

Eleanor sat across from me, and her expression was unreadable. Even so, there was a hint of sympathy in her eyes as she looked at me.

Eleanor placed some documents on the table and poured me a glass of warm water. She then began saying, "Ivy, I have a few questions to ask you. Don't worry, just answer honestly."

The weather was chilly, so I wrapped my hands around the cup. The warmth gradually revived my icy fingers.

"What was your relationship with your husband like?" she asked.

"He treated me well, but…"

I covered my face with my hands, and my eyes welled up with tears again. As his image came to mind, tears streamed through my fingers, and I sobbed uncontrollably.

"It was all my fault. I could never meet his expectations. He always said no other wife would be as incompetent as me. I feel like such a failure…

"He said a woman should be capable of both hosting in the living room and cooking in the kitchen, but no matter how hard I tried, my cooking never satisfied him. I could barely earn a few thousand a month and was no help to his business…" I stammered.

Those were his exact words.

Chester was an expert at psychological manipulation. To him, I was a worthless woman, incapable of doing anything right and unwanted by anyone but him.

He dismissed every achievement I celebrated and the joy I experienced as insignificant. Meanwhile, he magnified all my flaws endlessly.

After we got married, he repeatedly badmouthed my closest friends and convinced me to cut ties with them. I was completely infatuated with him at the time, obeying his every word.

I then ended up with no friends.

Under his constant manipulation, I fell into deep self-doubt. My temper worsened, and I became a shadow of myself.

Eventually, I met Dr. Evelyn Callaghan, my mother-in-law's younger sister, at their family home. She was a well-known psychologist in the area.

She diagnosed me with bipolar disorder, prescribed medication, and gave me professional advice and guidance.

But despite undergoing repeated treatment, my condition didn't improve—it only got worse.

As tears streamed down my face, I confessed, "I have such a bad temper, and now I need medication… I'm such an unfit wife…"

Over the five years of our marriage, Chester constantly reminded me of my failures and inadequacies. I deliberately kept detailed records of it all.

Eleanor had taken my phone earlier, and I knew she must have read through the messages by now. My sobs grew louder and louder, echoing in the room.

"It's all my fault. If I hadn't left that unlabeled bottle there, he wouldn't have grabbed the wrong one and accidentally taken the sleeping pills…

"If I hadn't delayed him with my makeup… If I hadn't lost control of my emotions and argued with him on the road—if I hadn't let him kick me out of the car—maybe this wouldn't have happened…" I said between sobs.

The police must have reviewed the dashcam footage repeatedly after the accident, so what I said was nothing but the truth.

I pleaded with Eleanor through my tears, "Ms. Castillo, you must find out who switched my medication and who caused my husband's death!"

Eleanor scribbled a few notes in her notebook, sighed, and offered me a few comforting words before asking, "What was your relationship like with your mother-in-law?"

I froze for a moment, and I wiped my tears with the back of my hand.

"My mother-in-law treated me very well. When my parents passed away in an accident six years ago, they left me nothing but a large compensation payout.

"Knowing I had no other family, my mother-in-law treated me like her own daughter. She even spent over a million dollars to buy us a marital home in full and gave us an additional 200 grand as a wedding gift to renovate it. She gave me so much respect, and everyone has told me how lucky I was!"

Eleanor's sharp instincts caught onto a crucial detail, and she asked bluntly, "The marital home—was it in Chester's name alone?"

I nodded. "My mother-in-law said she felt for me and wanted to make sure everything was properly arranged before Chester married me.

"She believed women shouldn't worry about trivial matters like money and property—it would only make them age faster."

Eleanor raised her eyebrows slightly and let out a faint scoff, clearly unimpressed.

Afraid she might question the harmony in our family, I became visibly emotional and quickly added defensively, "They were always sincere in how they treated me! Even though I was never able to have children, they never blamed me. My mother-in-law always treated me like her own daughter!

"Three years ago, she even spent tens of thousands of dollars to buy several insurance policies for me!"

Eleanor repeated, "Your mother-in-law bought multiple insurance policies under your name?"

I nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes! She cared for me deeply and didn't even hesitate to spend that much money!"

My emotions grew more intense, and I was unwilling to accept any skepticism.

"So, I used the last bit of my savings to buy an insurance policy for both my mother-in-law and Chester to return the favor. I didn't even tell them about it!

"In our family, we've always thought about each other's well-being. We've always been close and harmonious!"

Since no evidence was found linking me to the purchase of Diazepam or any deliberate poisoning of Chester, Eleanor came personally to remove the handcuffs after 48 hours of questioning.

"Ivy, you're free to go," she said.