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Two days after the blow up, on that Monday morning, my lawyer contacted me about a letter sent from a certain family lawyer demanding for my presence the next day regarding the custody of Paola Harris Ortega.

She sure worked fast on getting back the time she lost with her daughter, and silent too since I heard nothing from her until that morning when I was slapped with that letter and a thick proposal.

I spent the entire day with my lawyer consulting the terms and each point of her demand, but the gist from our discussion was that, she wants Pao for four days four nights a week while the remaining is up to me and Hugo on how to divide it.

From having five days five nights a week, she's demanding 90 percents of my time with my baby. I called my ex-husband to discuss about it which he came right away since Pao is his Princess; have I told you how lucky I am to marry that guy? He's perfect.

Until he wasn't anymore.

Especially when he wasn't willing to trade the two days two nights he got from our divorce agreement. He didn't want to bend even a little bit; I asked for a day but two nights so he can have two days and one night but nooo, that stubborn man was adamant about his time with his favorite daughter, his only daughter.

So I'm back with one day one night.

I went to the office of her fancy lawyer on Tuesday morning with my own set of fancy lawyers. I brought two; one who handles all my legal issues while another whom I recently hired (by recent I mean yesterday) that specialises in this kinda matters. I need the best to fight for my time with my baby girl.

Don't get me wrong, I understand how fucked up it is about what happened. And how selfish I had been to hide her daughter from her for that long. But I'm not willing to hand her five days a week.

I was the one who hired the surrogate, who took care of Pao since day one. I chose to stay at home, prioritising her above anything else in my life. I'm definitely okay with co-parenting, but not to that extreme demand. Like come on, she wouldn't be here if not for me. I deserve more than one day a week.

But that woman was good. She did her job well because she managed to get the absent Estelle Evans her five days five nights a week.

It was decided; Hugo would stick with his Sunday morning till Tuesday morning schedule, Estelle would get the other weekend so she'd have her Wednesday morning to Sunday morning.

And me, the one who took care of Pao her entire being, was left with Tuesday morning to Wednesday morning; one day and one night.

The other conditions set by her lawyer was that anything regarding Pao would be communicated through emails or lawyers. Any payment in terms of school and classes, was dumped on me, which I really didn't mind a bit.

Holidays would be divided equally as per appendix though believe me I've reviewed it, it was not fair at all.

Any school activities that require a parent would always be prioritised to Estelle Evans.

Emergency, health issues, anything that needs parents information would all be filled up with Estelle Evans as the primary caretaker.

All in all, even the smallest thing, was discussed that Tuesday with her being the parent. I was just a background singer from then on.

***

June, July, August.

I'm beyond grateful for the summer holiday that I get to spend every Tuesday with my baby to the fullest.

We never talked the entire three months. That smart woman enrolled her to a baking class every Wednesday at 10am so I'm obligated to send her there with Nancy the nanny, then at 11am she would pick her up at the class without having to see me.

For the fact every Sunday morning Hugo was given the privilege to fetch Pao at her place. She obviously hates me too much to even tolerate the sight of me. I mean, she even invited Hugo for breakfast!

Thank God for having an over-sharing daughter that I managed to know what's going on with her life or Hugo's. Oh yes, I'm officially a busybody slash stalker with all the time I have in hand.

But it's September now, so Pao's back to school. I can no longer spend the entire Tuesday with her. Minus the half-day she spends at school, then her violin lesson an hour in the afternoon, early bedtime, I'm left with like five hours with her.

"Mama always give me chocolate even if it's not Saturday!" She protests when I refuse to bend to her request.

That woman knows about the rules, yet she never oblige them. I specifically laid out everything in our co-parenting agreement prior the signature of all parties, which means she accepted them, to abide them, but look at what she's been doing all these while. I mean, fine, since it's the summer holiday. But we've been back to school for two weeks now, what the hell was she thinking?

"This is papa, not mama. So no." I reply her sternly which she pouts, but remains in her seat.

She used to sulk, to the point of stomping her feet to her room during the first month we did this co-parenting. But after I gave her a piece of my mind about leaving the dinner table with that bratty attitude, she has not repeated that bad manner since. I don't know how her mother does this, but I'm not gonna raise a spoiled Princess.

"I don't want to friend Papa hmph." Great, now it's not just the mother, but the daughter too hates me.

***

I feel a bit lonely nowadays since I only get busy one day a week, namely Tuesday.

On the third week of September, I finally decided to be more involved with my company and restaurant, after being a silent partner for ten years now, since I married Estelle Evans. The things I did for her and her daughter. And look where I am now; lonely.

It feels strange, to be back in the business after so long. But I'm getting used to it, and this new norm is way better than just sitting around at home tending the garden, creating new recipes, or any useless things I've done just to pass the time.

I need to discuss something with you. Pao related. When are you free? I'll drop by.

I think she forgot about the rules she put in the co-parenting thick handbook; any sort of communication regarding Pao would be through emails or the attorneys.

By that, I'm not obligated to reply this text.

Two days later on a fine Friday afternoon, I receive another text; Tomorrow? Or Sunday? When can I drop by?

On Sunday I got one early in the morning; Can I drop by today? It's about Pao.

Seriously, if it's about Pao, just drop me an email. Then she'll get my response through my lawyer. What's so important that she needs to discuss face to face? For fuck's sake, she didn't even sit with me or Hugo when we had that meeting four months ago to discuss about our co-parenting.

Just let me know when and where, I'll be there. It's important.

Nah, I'm not gonna do this anymore. I might rob four years of Pao's life from her but I'm paying her right now with this unfair co-parenting schedule. What else does she want? This Tuesday too? So I can't see my daughter at all?

No, never. Anything goes through the right channel. To hell with your texts. I'm not risking my Tuesday. The last thing I want is to be slapped with ridiculous charges that makes me lose my parental rights altogether.








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