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 had promised to send

knew she’d be useless

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

drag Carrie down with her—even if it

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

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

cold. One hand was cradling her belly, the other bracing against the wall. It was obvious that the moment she fainted, she’d tried to protect the baby, easing herself down

there

All

your escape

was about to die. Whether she fell gently or not

face, hatred burning in her eyes. Her own hand instinctively

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

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

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