The silence in the VIP recovery room was shattered by Alan's ragged, desperate breathing. His once authoritative eyes, like cold steel, were now wide open, almost bulging, staring intently at the thin piece of paper in Kim's hand as if the Grim Reaper himself was summoning his soul.
"Ma... Marriage license?"
Alan repeated the words in a hoarse voice, his sanity beginning to crack as he focused on Melda's familiar scrawl beside the name of his arch-rival. His mind instantly commanded him to reject the harsh reality before him.
"Melda is my wife!" Alan roared, lunging forward to snatch the paper and tear it to shreds. "She can't register with anyone else!"
"Stop this instant!" Kim deftly sidestepped, handing the important document to the registrar for safekeeping, before positioning hims
