My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1095:

But Lise wasn’t taking chances. She only had one shot, and she wasn’t about to screw it up.

She waited about a minute, then softly called out, “Carrie? Carrie?”

No response.

She raised her voice. “Carrie?!”

Still nothing.

Only then did she let herself breathe. Her hand shook as she opened her stall door and stepped out. She walked the few short steps to Carrie’s stall, every nerve on edge.

This was it. The moment she’d been waiting for. All those days of suffering behind bars were for this.

after today. Alethea

stupid. She knew she’d

a lot to lose—wasn’t going to stick her neck out for a

drag Carrie down with her—even if it cost her everything—it would all be worth

stall door—but it was locked from the inside. She jiggled the handle a few times,

stalls were flimsy, and the locks barely worked. She stepped back, lifted

on the floor, eyes closed, completely out cold. One hand was cradling her belly, the other bracing against the wall. It was obvious that the moment

there

sneered. All that

your

Whether she fell gently or not

in her eyes. Her own hand instinctively went to her cheek—rough, aged, worn down

Carrie still looked flawless. Even pregnant,

into the stall, grabbed Carrie under

opened it, and two