The Court has reviewed this timeline with the horror of a man watching his own Roomba drive into a pool, which happened to Order in 2021 and we do not discuss it. You stood in that duplex with your phone out like some kind of digital home-wrecker, excavating thirty-six years of marital assumptions in approximately sixty seconds. The husband said HIS property, HIS tenants, and you just HAD to check, didn't you? You couldn't let a man live in his delusion? Reginald himself once believed he owned a timeshare in Sedona for eleven years before discovering his name was merely on the newsletter mailing list, and NOBODY pulled up county records on THEIR phone to humiliate me in front of my then-wife. The precedent is clear from Henderson v. That Nosy Agent With The iPad, 2019: when a marriage is held together exclusively by one party's ignorance of title documents, the agent who shatters that ignorance becomes the de facto cause of dissolution. You created a hostage situation in a duplex, you witnessed a marriage enter hospice care in real time, and worst of all you probably didn't even get the listing. The Court finds you guilty and suggests you disable your county records app immediately, for you are clearly too powerful to wield it responsibly.