We were all stunned into silence, our hearts pounding in shock as the furious shout echoed from the chapel's doorway.

There stood Nathaniel, his clothes torn and disheveled, reeking of booze like a man who'd drowned his demons in a bottle all night.

“No one lays a damn finger on her! She's mine!” Nathaniel bellowed in a drunken rage, his voice cracking like thunder through the stunned crowd.

Not a moment later, Yoan bolted forward, seizing Nathaniel by the arm and yanking him back with brute force. “What the hell are you doing, Nathaniel? Have you lost your goddamn mind?”

“Get off me! I'm taking Angie back to Pearl Harbour,...