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.

actually had no idea what awaited her after today. Alethea had

stupid. She knew she’d

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

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

out and tried to open Carrie’s stall door—but it was locked from the inside. She jiggled the handle a few times, but

barely worked. She stepped back, lifted her foot, and kicked hard.

closed, completely out cold. One hand was cradling her belly, the other bracing against the wall. It was obvious that the moment she fainted, she’d tried

there hadn’t been a

sneered. All that

is your escape

Whether she fell gently or not wouldn’t change a

stared at Carrie’s peaceful face, hatred burning in her eyes. Her own hand

pregnant, her skin glowed, her beauty

stepped into the stall, grabbed Carrie under the arms, and dragged her out toward

knocked twice. The nurse waiting outside opened it, and two men rushed in, hauling a large