My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1102

Realizing just how much danger she was in, Carrie found herself growing strangely calm.

The cramped trash bin rocked and pitched, making it clear she was being hauled away in some sort of vehicle. Only the steady hum of tires on asphalt broke the silence. The quiet pressed in from all sides, leaving her with no clue about what might be happening beyond. She dared not utter a word. If others realized she was awake, things could take a turn for the worse.

Trying to keep panic at bay, she drew in a slow breath and forced herself to think clearly. Rope bit into her wrists, but her first instinct was to check her belly. She couldn’t reach, but she looked down anyway. No sharp pain. No discomfort. For now, her baby seemed unharmed.

Flashes of memory tumbled through her mind. The restroom. That sudden wave of dizziness. Slumping to the floor, sliding down the wall—she didn’t remember falling hard, which brought a small measure of relief.

Pitch darkness wrapped around her, making it impossible to spot any bruises. Other than the throbbing in her skull and the raw burn left by ropes at her wrists and ankles, nothing felt broken.

space, desperate to find anything that might get her out of here. Her fingertips caught on something sharp—a piece of rusted metal, rough and jagged, likely a splintered

could, she began to scrape it back and forth against the ropes, just like

warning, the lid above her burst open, flooding the bin with harsh, blinding light. Blinking upward, Carrie’s eyes locked onto a pair of wild, red-rimmed eyes glaring down

with deep wrinkles, gray-streaked hair framing a

in, her breath catching as disbelief overtook

Lise glared down with a coldness that could freeze stone. “Yeah, it’s me. What’s the matter? Shocked by how I look now? Like death warmed over? You shouldn’t be. You’re the reason

Carrie let her hands fall still and, moving carefully, slipped the scrap of metal into her pocket, praying Lise wouldn’t notice. Fortunately, the woman seemed too lost in her whirlwind of resentment to see anything beyond her own

misery Lise’s fault in the first place? If she hadn’t