?<strong>Chapter 502:</strong>


    After cing the water bottle down and straightening herself, she noticed Lise was still there, standing by the door and watching her. Just as Carrie wondered why Lise hadn’t left, thetter walked in and stood over her with an unreadable expression.


    Lise asked without hesitation, “Why are you throwing up? Are you pregnant?”


    Carrie froze, caught off guard. She had wondered the same thing before. Symptoms like morning sickness, tiredness, nausea, and overall exhaustion could point to pregnancy, but they weren’t certain signs. She had pushed the thought aside, especially with everything happeningtely. But now that Lise had brought it up, her doubts returned in full force.


    She kept her cool, not letting her thoughts show, and replied, “This isn’t your business, is it? You’re just Kristopher’s ex now. Why should I tell you anything?”


    Lise couldn’te up with aeback and snapped in frustration, “Kristopher doesn’t love you. His heart belongs to me.”


    “What’s going on? Why aren’t you pretending to be all sweet and innocent anymore?” Carrie asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.


    She slipped her heels back on, her movements calm yet deliberate. “Where his heart is doesn’t matter. What matters is that he’s with me now. We spent the night together. And hey, I should probably thank you, his ex, for teaching him all those tricks.”


    Carrie didn’t need to say anything more, but it was enough to send Lise’s mind racing with the worst possible thoughts.


    Lise’s fists tightened in fury, her long nails digging painfully into her palms. The harsh truth hit her like a punch to the gut. Kristopher had never touched her. From the very beginning to the very end, she had never been what he wanted.


    She had once depended on her heart to keep him close, but ironically, it was this very heart that kept them from being a normal couple, unable to even kiss or be intimate. Kristopher had always been held back by moral and ethical constraints, brought on by this heart.


    Lise’s silence lingered, but the anger in her re was unmistakable. Carrie straightened her skirt and stood with calm resolve.


    “Are you nning to fake a medical emergency?” she asked, her tone sharp but restrained. “Kristopher is in Orubert today; he won’t be rushing back anytime soon. If you’re not pretending, then I have an event to attend. Please move aside.”


    For a moment, Lise seemed ready to retort but bit her tongue, stepping grudgingly to the side.


    The ribbon-cutting ceremony today would attract many influential people, making it a great opportunity for her to expand herwork. Now that Kristopher no longer indulged her like he used to, she needed to find an alternative.


    As Carrie walked out of the lounge, Lise’s earlier words echoed in her mind, gnawing at her thoughts.


    Later that day, after the ribbon-cutting ceremony, Carrie made a detour to a nearby pharmacy. Something had shifted in her since this morning, a nagging intuition she couldn’t shake.


    Back at the mall, she found herself rushing to the restroom, pregnancy test in hand. She followed the instructions carefully, her hands trembling slightly.


    Two lines appeared on the test strip—one dark, the other faint. Her heart skipped a beat as her breath caught. She searched online for what this result meant, and the answer stared back at her: Possible early pregnancy.


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