My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage

Albin had barely made it halfway through his walk when a burst of rain poured down unexpectedly.

Without a second thought, he raced toward the closest Norris Group building for cover.

“Albin!” a voice shouted, slicing through the downpour.

He swiveled, scanning for the source.

The voice called out again, more urgent this time.

Locking his eyes on the direction, Albin caught sight of a blue car’s window rolling down, with Camille waving wildly to draw his notice.

With no hesitation, he sprinted toward her, noticing that the passenger seat was already occupied.

Deciding quickly, he swung open the back door and settled into the seat.

Camille, who his cousin always praised as a senior, had been invaluable in helping his cousin find an apartment and navigate the complexities of studying overseas.

His cousin had planned a thank-you dinner for her, dragging Albin along as the financier.

That evening had sparked a friendship between him and Camille, leading to an exchange of WhatsApp contacts.

Camille handed him a clean towel, which he grabbed and used to dry off his rain-soaked hair.

The towel was lightly scented with what he recognized as Camille’s signature perfume.

With a playful smirk, he inquired, “What brings you here? It’s quite the coincidence, seeing as I didn’t drive today.

Mind giving me a ride home?”

“Cut the smile, Albin! My friend’s in trouble—we’re heading to the police station!” Camille replied, her tone shedding its usual levity for a layer of gravity as she filled him in on her friend’s predicament.

With quick precision, she explained the pressing situation involving Elizabeth.

Though Beverly, sitting in the front, didn’t know Albin, she caught the urgency in Camille’s voice and added, “We’ve wasted enough time already! Elizabeth could really be in danger!”

Someone named Elizabeth… Working with Elijah on a film… The pieces fit together so well that it left no room to think it could be someone else with the same name.

“What?” Albin sat still, frozen in place.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he turned to Camille, clinging desperately to a fading glimmer of hope.

“Who did you say your friend was?”

“Elizabeth! What’s the matter?” She pointed toward the imposing Norris Group building visible through the window.

“She’s the wife of that ruthless Elijah from the notorious Norris family.

Doesn’t your family have a strong connection with the Norris family? Weren’t you aware that he got married?”

Beverly’s eyes grew even larger than Albin’s.

“What? Elijah Norris is married to Elizabeth?” she stammered, disbelief dripping from her voice.

“You didn’t know?” Camille’s frown deepened as she eyed her in confusion.

“Then what brought you to the Norris Group to seek him out?”

Beverly stuttered, her mind racing, “Well, when Elizabeth found herself in trouble back in Foxfire County, Mr.

Norris also showed up at the hospital.

I only thought they were merely…”

She paused, searching for the right word.

“Acquaintances.”

Albin couldn’t afford to be astonished by the serendipity of their connections.

With a grave tone, he declared, “This is serious.

We need to track down Elijah!”

Camille rolled her eyes with clear annoyance.

“Beverly just tried to reach him and ended up getting thrown out because of his so-called perfect love! He’s just biding his time until Elizabeth is out of the picture, so that two-faced bitch, Sandra, can slither into her place!”

Albin quickly countered, his tone incredulous, “No way! If Elijah truly desired that, he would’ve accepted the divorce papers from Elizabeth without hesitation.

Why would he prolong the inevitable?”

With a scoff, Camille retorted, a hint of mockery in her laughter, “Oh, really? And how do you explain Beverly being ousted? She was forced out of the Norris Group!”

“That can’t be right! There’s got to be some mistake,” Albin argued, his disbelief evident.

He pulled out his phone and hurriedly dialed Elijah’s number.

“Elijah, Elizabeth…”

Elijah’s voice, cold as frost, cut him short.

“Since when did you start meddling in her affairs?”

Before Albin could flounder, Sandra chimed in, seemingly offering a lifeline, “Albin was just bringing up the hot gossip.”

Seizing the lifeline, Albin quickly agreed, “Yes, exactly that! It’s about Elizabeth, she’s—”

Elijah interrupted him again, his tone laced with irritation.

“If she’s so capable, why involve me? Don’t drag her issues to my doorstep ever again.”

With a sharp click, the call ended.

The compact car amplified every word of the conversation, making it impossible for anyone to miss.

Camille, her voice icy and expectant of the disappointing news, fixed Albin with a stern look.

“Well, are you going to help me, or should you just leave my car now?”

“I’ll help you! Did I ever say I wouldn’t?” Albin gazed at his phone, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and frustration over Elijah’s apparent disregard for Elizabeth’s dire situation.

Pausing to collect his thoughts, he suggested determinedly, “Let’s head to the police station and file a report immediately.”

Upon arriving at the police station, they laid out the details of Elizabeth’s disappearance to the officer on duty.

The officer paused in his note-taking and looked up at the clock.

“It’s only been a few hours since she went missing.

You lack concrete evidence of a kidnapping.

Maybe her phone’s just dead.

Why don’t you head home, try to get in touch with her, and if you hear anything from the alleged kidnappers, come back and we’ll take it from there.”

The result was exactly as Godwin had anticipated.

Just then, a middle-aged man emerged from an office and noticed Albin.

“Mr.

Murray, to what do we owe the pleasure?”

Albin’s demeanor brightened upon seeing the familiar face.

He approached swiftly, urgency in his voice.

“We need your help.

It’s about Elijah’s wife—she’s missing.

If anything were to happen to the young mistress of the Norris family…”

“Mr.

Norris’s wife? And where might Mr.

Norris be?” the man inquired, his expression turning serious.

Fidgeting slightly, Albin touched his nose and lied smoothly.

“Elijah was caught up in an urgent situation, so he sent me in his stead.”

“That’s quite unusual,” the man responded with a hint of concern.

“I suggest contacting either the Norris or his wife’s family to coordinate with us on this report.”

“Thank you.

I’ll get in touch with them immediately,” Albin replied, already dialing the number to the Norris Mansion as he turned away, his mind racing with the urgency of the situation.