My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1026:

One small wooden cabin had been completely flattened—its shape barely recognizable.

In front of it, a cluster of people stood: some in rescue gear, others looking more like mercenaries than medics.

In the middle of it all, Camille was kneeling in the snow, holding Albin tightly in her arms.

His eyes were shut, his breathing so faint that you had to look closely to know it was there at all. If the doctor hadn’t confirmed he was alive, Camille might’ve thought he was already gone.

She pressed two fingers against his chest, searching for that tiny, fragile heartbeat—and when she felt it, the tears just poured out.

“Albin, please! Wake up!” she sobbed, shaking him gently. “Didn’t you say you wanted to be with me? That you wanted to marry me? Then look at me! Open your eyes!”

He was gaunt, practically skeletal, his skin frostbitten and raw. His once-sharp jawline was hidden under a mess of scruffy beard, and his

Zimeron for days before finding this wrecked cabin. If the search dogs hadn’t picked up on something odd nearby,

the main disaster site. Amidst the avalanches, collapses, and extreme cold, it was a miracle anyone had

the doctors rushed over, gently trying to pull her away. “Miss Nixon, please. You have to let go—he’s

froze. Her whole body went stiff, like she was holding the most delicate thing in the world and

her arms trembling. The rescue team moved quickly, lifting Albin with care and rushing him toward

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on the frozen ground, her mind slow to process what had just happened. When the reality finally sank in, she scrambled to her

stood, she stumbled and nearly collapsed again. Someone nearby rushed forward to catch her. Gripping their hand tightly, Camille pleaded,

the ambulance, the person gently explained, “Miss Nixon, the space inside is too cramped. The doctors barely have room to

argue. She could only nod, tears streaming silently