The Court has reviewed this confession and must pause to collect itself because THIS IS NOT A REAL ESTATE TRANSACTION, THIS IS A HOSTAGE NEGOTIATION WHERE THE HOSTAGE IS A QUIT CLAIM DEED AND THE RANSOM KEEPS GOING UP LIKE SOME KIND OF DERANGED AUCTION. You, Agent, are not guilty of wrongdoing so much as you are guilty of being the only competent adult in a room full of emotional arsonists, which frankly reminds Reginald of every Thanksgiving since the incident with his brother-in-law and the gravy boat, but I DIGRESS. The ex-husband — and The Court speaks directly to him now through the cosmic ether — you are not entitled to forty thousand dollars simply because you failed to sign a piece of paper in 2021, SIR, that is not how property law works, that is how EXTORTION works, and I cite the seminal case of Get Over Your Divorce Already v. The Rest Of Us Who Have To Deal With Your Nonsense, 2023. The seller is also complicit for apparently believing that legal documents file themselves through the power of wishful thinking, and The Court would like to remind everyone that a quit claim deed costs approximately NOTHING to file compared to the EIGHT MONTHS of purgatory this property now endures. Agent, you spent thirty hours as an unpaid marriage counselor slash legal mediator slash emotional punching bag, and for that The Court awards you the only thing within its jurisdiction: validation. Reginald must now go lie down because this case has given him a tension headache directly behind his left eye.