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Chapter 1102
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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 ssort 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.

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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.

Once she'd done a mental check, Carrie started searching the cramped 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 bracket left behind by years of neglect. Clutching the shard in her fist, she felt hope spark for the first time.

Moving slowly and as quietly as she could, she began to scrape it back and forth against the ropes, just like she'd seen in old escape movies.

Without 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 at her.

A gaunt, aged woman hovered above, her skin sallow and marked with deep wrinkles, gray-streaked hair framing a face twisted by hate. Something about those features tugged at Carrie's memory.

Recognition ccrashing in, her breath catching as disbelief overtook her. "Lise? Is that really you?" Arms folded tight across her chest, 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 I've becthis. Once, I was a superstar, adored by millions. Kristopher only had eyes for me, and every woman wanted to take my place. But you showed up. You wrecked everything. You turnedinto nothing." Stalling for time, 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 pain.

A scream threatened to tear from Carrie's throat—wasn't all of this misery Lise's fault in the first place? If she hadn't lied about Kristopher's sister's heart, none of this would have spiraled out of control.

Reasoning with Lise was pointless now. She had already drifted too far into obsession. Anyone thinking straight would have left Isonridge long ago instead of clinging to revenge.

So Carrie bit back her anger, deciding not to argue. She chose her words with care. "If you're standing here today, I can only guess it's because of Kristopher's mother. With someone as powerful as her willing to treat you like family, you could have left this all behind. Changed your name, built a new life somewhere far away. That kind of chance doesn't coften. Believe me, you're not the only one who lost. I lost Kristopher. I lost my baby."