The Mystery of Revenge by G. X. Chen Page B

She had never appreciated his efforts, and his love, not even once! She took everything for granted, the spitefulwoman!
    He grabbed her breasts, pressing them ruthlessly. “Listen,” he cried, “as long as you’re living under my roof, you’ll do what Iwant.”
    Yi-yun screamed, and the screams turned into pitiful moaning when he forcefully entered her. “Stop! Oh please, stop!” she sobbed when he worked his way in and out as fiercely as a madman.
    Her tears wouldn’t soften his heart anymore as he laughed loudly with the thrill of revenge. What a feeling! He was totally in charge, the first time ever in their marriage. He moved his body, quickly and roughly, as much as he pleased. He was free after all those days and months of expecting and waiting. Now, he didn’t need to think about her anymore when he’s doing his business. He moved so freely that he almost melted into the utmost joy that he had never tastedbefore.
    Yi-yun was quiet when he finally finished, biting her lips. Tears had wetted her pillow while her body trembled helplessly. Exhausted and satisfied, Fang Chen turned away from her and closed hiseyes.

    “A week later, she asked for a divorce and left,” he said dully. “I haven’t seen hersince.”
    Paul Winderman shifted in his chair. Here was the man who loved the victim; yes, Paul was sure Fang Chen still loved his ex-wife even though she had hurt him deeply and mercilessly. Was he hurt enough that the love had turned into hate? Could he kill the woman, if he wanted revenge? He looked at Fang Chen searchingly. “Where were you the day when she waskilled?”
    “Either in my office or in theclassroom.”
    “Any eyewitness?” heasked.
    “Everyone in my class can vouch for me. I am not sure if anyone could vouch for me when I was in my office, you’ll just have to take my word forit.”
    “You’re sure you never saw her again, not even in your divorceproceeding?”
    Fang Chen shook his head. “My lawyer did everything for me. You can ask him. He sent her the forms, and she signed them. That was it. She knew she wouldn’t get anything from me, and she didn’t.”
    Paul Winderman thought for a while. “While at it, we have to consider all the possibilities. The death of your ex-wife looks very much like a homicide, but you never know, it could be a suicide if she had an accomplice,” he said, looking at him. Paul Winderman liked to throw out random baits during interviews, he liked to see what would hit and what would stick. There were so many strange cases out there that nothing out of ordinary would surprise him, especially in this case. He still had his doubts on quite a few things, such as why the victim had to be killed if it wasn’t an incidental death as the pillow demonstrated? Who would benefit from such a death in addition to victim’sboyfriend?
    He thought he saw a strange light behind Fang Chen’s thick glasses. His lips twisted, but no sound came out ofit.
    So he went on. “The forensic team is checking the gun residues. Even slightest trace on her hands will probably change the course of ourinvestigation.”
    Fang Chen swallowed hard, and Paul Winderman could see his Adam’s apple moving rapidly. When he met Paul Winderman’s eyes, however, he said calmly: “As a scientist myself, I wouldn’t be so sure about the forensics. Her body was recovered several days after she was killed. Being at room temperature for so long, the best result would beinconclusive.”
    “It’s possible,” Paul Winderman had to admit. He had totally forgotten Fang Chen was now an assistant professor at Northeastern University, teaching chemistry. Damnit.
    “There is no way she would kill herself,” glaring at the detective, Fang Chen added vehemently. “She’s not the suicide type. She was definitely killed by her boyfriend. She was pregnant, and he didn’t want the child to interfere with his new life, so he killed them both! Don’t forget, there are two victims in this case,