He Priced Me At A Penny So I Married Another Chapter 33
Three days after the civil complaint was served, Derek signed the agreement first.
He agreed to delete anything he had posted or reposted, issue a public correction, stop contacting me in any form, and cover the share of costs assigned to him.
In his correction video, he did not say he was only joking.
He went through the facts exactly as they had been confirmed, one by one.
The poster had been displayed without my consent.
One cent was humiliation, not a transaction.
Everett and I left only after I had publicly ended the relationship.
After he posted the video, he turned off the comments.
I didn’t watch it a second time.
Tori refused to sign.
In her lawyer’s reply, she said Derek had provided the poster, Derek had accepted the money, and Derek had been the one holding me. She had only said a few things and should not have to bear equal responsibility.
But the chats, videos, and livestream preview she herself had made public were all there.
On the day of mediation, I signed the authorization papers one page after another.
The lawyer asked if I wanted to go into the same conference room.
“No.”
“I’ve already heard her explanation.”
Everett and I sat at the end of the hallway. There was no wind there like there had been in the park—only the occasional whir of a printer starting up.
Carol sent me a photo.
She had spread the pale yellow quilt across a long table at the community center and was teaching two younger girls how to sew in backing cloth.
Beside the sewing basket was a sheet of paper:
*Free repair for old textiles, Wednesday afternoons.*
I zoomed in on the picture and saw that she had covered the name on the quilt corner with a square of white cloth.