Chapter 4

"See? She's my wife. We registered just last month," Michael bragged, a smug grin plastered on his face.

The older cop took our documents without even looking at Michael. He studied them closely for a while, then passed everything to his partner. "Verify these ID numbers," he said.

The younger cop pulled out a device and started running the numbers.

"What's the issue?" Harold asked, sensing the shift in the room.

"The marriage certificate doesn't match one of their IDs," the cop said, his brow furrowed.

"That's impossible. We went to register together. I was there!" Michael snapped, his voice…