Adelaide's POV
I was roughly thrown into the pack cell by two guards, and my body hit the floor with a loud thud. I groaned in pain as they locked the heavy metal door and stood in front of it, their expressions cold and indifferent.
They don’t care about my baby; it’s as if my pregnancy doesn’t even matter to them. At this point, I can’t help but feel a deep sense of sorrow for my child.
I sat up on the floor, tears streaming down my face. I didn’t understand where I had gone wrong or why I was enduring all of this—I knew I didn’t deserve it. I should be happy and enjoying my life, but right now, my dreams have crumbled, and I feel completely devoid of hope.
At this point, I don’t think my baby and I will survive in this place, especially now that Cyrus is dead. It still feels like a
