Imelda's POV
Small Apartment - Later on in the day
I sat in my sofa chair with a cup of coffee before me on the table.
A calculator and a notepad were placed beside it.
"I barely had much left," I said sulking.
"Now I lost more on those fool lawyers,"
"They didn't even have one say against Daniel's lawyer,"
"Though, I don't understand how did he have all those files?"
"Weren't they destroyed in a fire?"
"Or at least that's what I heard,"
"Looks like that was a lie,"
"And it cost me heavily."
My handbag lay on the ground as I had thrown it on the floor in anger.
Just then my phone buzzed.
"Hello!" I said anxiously on the phone.
"What??" I was shocked.
"Okay," My voice was a low despair voice. "Thanks,"
"Adrian doesn't want to keep any visitation rights," I said in a low voice.
I leaned back against the sofa and closed my eyes.
All the while I thought it was Daniel and the evidence that took Adrian from me.
Now I realized,
It was Adrian.
