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My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1027
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Chapter 1027: When the doctors pulled him out, they said he hadn't eaten in over a week. He was emaciated, all sharp edges and hollow eyes, his body severely dehydrated. Camille couldn't understand how someone like Albin-who had always lived in comfort and luxury-could have endured such a nightmare. He was the kind of man who wouldn't eat a dish if it wasn't prepared exactly to his liking. Even his bottled water had to be imported, from a brand so exclusive it wasn't sold in stores.

How had he managed to eat filthy snow? She kicked at the ground in frustration. "Idiot... why the hell did you cout to the middle of nowhere?" Just then, a rescuer approached, holding a camera.

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"Miss Nixon, we found this with Mr. Murray." She took it with trembling hands and powered it on. The first photo on the screen stopped her cold-it was a breathtaking image of the aurora, swirling in luminous color.

Her heart clenched. A long-forgotten memory floated to the surface.

They had been lounging at home, back when they were still dating.

Camille had been curled up on the sofa, absently scrolling through videos. She sighed. "I read that Zimeron might vanish in the next ten years because of climate change. I'd regret not seeing it at least once." Albin walked over and placed a bowl of fruit on her lap-golden cherries, a rare variety he'd searched for just because she once mentioned liking them.

"You said you were tired of black cherries," he said, feeding her one. "These are like the ones you loved as a kid -sweeter, less tart." He plopped down beside her, draping an arm over her shoulder, and added with a grin, “Zimeron's not Mars. It's just a plane ride away. We can go whenever you want." Camille paused, shivering at the thought. “Forget it. I've always hated the cold,” she said, shaking her head. "Those winters when I studied abroad nearly frozeto death. I've never had the urge to visit a place like that.” galnovs. om, your fiction hub She then added offhandedly, "I just heard the auroras in Zimeron are supposed to grant wishes.” Albin glanced down at her, curiosity flickering in his eyes. "And what would you wish for?" "To strike it rich," she replied without hesitation, popping another golden cherry into her mouth. "These are amazing, by the way. Where'd you get them? You have to buy more next time." She trailed off as Albin suddenly turned to her, his gaze steady and intense.

"Why isn't your wish to stay with me?" She nudged him playfully. "Fine, fine. To be with you."

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Albin leaned back, his expression turning resolute. "If that's your wish, then make it ctrue." Isonridge.

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