8:00 a.m

Chun Li stared serene like at the ceiling. For the first time, ever in a long, long time, she felt completely and utterly alone.

It was beautiful. Wonderful. Silence. Her entire being was being wooed by it. No husband, no perverted lust-driven man there to order her around.

She hated, no, despised him to his every last muscle. It was he who stole her from her happiness, it was he who selfishly snatched her body in his bed, it was he who forced her like this...

For five seconds, Chun Li really believed that Bison ruined her life from birth.

Happiness, she learned, doesn't last.

Nothing lasts forever except a diamond anyway...

xxx

Chun Li Xiang, my wife, will from this day forward, not participate, indulge or recieve any form or type of Interpole work. She has retired from police inspection and will stay retired and I will insure that promise. If, for any reason, you find her in Interpole headquarters, just remember that I am only ten paces behind her and that I will not pause to murder anyone I feel is threatening to either her or myself...

That paragraph tore a hole in Chun Li's soul. She had woken up while Bison had so nicely been writing a letter, her resignation letter, for her. He was sitting at his desk by a dim light, writing so elegantly and perfectly, his cursive deserving respect all to itself.

"What are you writing?" she had remembered asking, rising slightly up and feeling pain between her thighs and legs. Bison had stopped for a moment, pausing the pen before answering. "Nothing. Go back to sleep."

He started again but Chun Li was no fool.

"You are doing something." she had persisted and the pain increased in her legs. Bison turned around and Chun Li saw that he was not wearing a shirt. Horrible, sick painful images and memories ripped across her mind, mocking her.

"You are so cynical. Go back to sleep, this doesn't concern you." he stated again and Chun Li refused to believe him. She got up out of bed, throwing the covers off of her.

Bison got impatient.

"Get back into bed!" he shouted at her, slamming his fist into the desk, angerily glaring at her. Chun Li, frightened of him, slipped back into bed and covered herself from the night chill.

Relaxing, Bison quickly finished the rest and placed it in a creamy white enevelope. "I'll be right back, there is some buisness I must take care of. Go back to sleep." he told her and left.

Waiting a few moments, Chun Li jumped out of bed and looked at the desk. Tapping the side, she looked at it horizontally and with the lamplight, she read the dimly fading letters of the first paragraph.

Her throat tightened. Bison considered this to be his job to make her stay away from police work.

Footsteps echoed through the hall and Chun Li quickly leaped back into the bed and closed her eyes at the exact moment he entered. Bison slipped in with her, holding her in his arms, kissing her on the head.

"I'm sorry I got mad at you." he whispered in her ear, "I didn't mean it."
 
 

Chun Li stiffened. "Sorry isn't enough." she wanted to desperatly say to him. Chun Li wanted to kill that bastard, even if it meant killing her...

"Sorry is never enough..."