CHAPTER 398. A CAGE FOR THE QUEEN. A Personal Hell

Chiara was exhausted. She sat on her bed, head in her hands, feeling the pregnancy like a heavy weight on her tired body. The baby left her drained and without energy; yet, even though it seemed like her strength faded more each day, it was also her biggest reason to be happy.

It had been a week since Jhon had visited the prison, and just knowing he had been there caused her to become unbalanced.

"I don’t understand what more he wants..." she murmured to herself. "Why can’t he leave me alone?"

She didn’t want to see him—not just because of what had happened between them, but because she didn’t want to keep falling into that vicious cycle of incomplete apologies that no longer meant anything.

She hadn’t slept well in recent days, and her stomach was upset. She had been vomiting regularly and felt a strange pressure in her chest. She couldn’t help it—she had to vomit in the kitchen sink because she didn’t make it to the bathroom in tim