I nodded slowly and kept my composure. “Yes, Victor, we agreed on that.”
He seemed mildly disappointed that I wasn’t putting up a fight, so he pressed further. “Since you insisted on primary physical custody, you can take full care of the girls, and I will see them whenever my busy work schedule allows it.” Children’sclothing
Even the mediator shifted uncomfortably in his chair upon hearing those cold words.
“They are your daughters, Victor, not routine business appointments you squeeze between meetings,” I said, keeping my voice perfectly flat.
He shrugged carelessly. “I am starting over now, Penelope. Naomi and I have a baby on the way, so my life is getting complicated.”
From her spot by the door, Samantha shot me a sharp, mocking smile. “Maybe this is really for the best, Penelope, because Victor finally has a real chance to build the family dynamic he always wanted.”
I turned my head toward her. “He already had a loving family right here.”
The room fell completely silent for a few seconds before Victor rolled his eyes in frustration. “There you go again with the dramatic statements,” he muttered under his breath.
Without answering, I rose from the table, pulled out the keys to the penthouse and the vehicle, and set them gently on the desk beside the paperwork. “Keep them both,” I said simply.
Victor’s face softened into a look of total triumph, convinced he had won everything he wanted.Before turning to leave, I met his eyes and said softly, “Just remember one important thing, Victor. Possession and actual ownership are not always the same thing.”
