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!”

again, desperate for any response. He didn’t look like himself anymore. He was gaunt, practically skeletal, his skin frostbitten and raw. His once-sharp jawline

days before finding this wrecked cabin. If the search dogs hadn’t

disaster site. Amidst the avalanches, collapses, and extreme cold,

trying to pull her away. “Miss Nixon, please. You have to let go—he’s too weak for this. We need to move

she was holding the most

slowly backed off, her face pale, her arms trembling. The rescue team moved quickly, lifting Albin with care and rushing him toward the RV up ahead. It had been converted into a

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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

from sitting too long in the snow, refused to cooperate. As she stood, she stumbled and nearly collapsed again. Someone nearby rushed

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

could only nod, tears streaming silently down her