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.

Alethea had promised to send

stupid. She knew she’d be useless

fraud with a lot to lose—wasn’t going

drag Carrie down with her—even if it cost

stall door—but it was locked from the inside. She jiggled the

flimsy, and the locks barely worked. She stepped back, lifted her foot,

was cradling her belly, the other bracing against the wall. It was obvious that the moment she fainted, she’d tried to protect the

there hadn’t been

sneered. All that

is your escape to

she fell gently or

peaceful face, hatred burning in her eyes. Her own hand instinctively went to her cheek—rough, aged, worn down by time

still looked flawless. Even pregnant, her skin glowed, her

linger. No time to waste. She stepped into the stall, grabbed Carrie under the arms, and dragged her out toward

waiting outside opened it, and two men rushed in, hauling