In addition, Brandon had to sign an official statement acknowledging that there was no fraud involved and that the money given had been a legal wedding gift.
“They want to add a clause stating that you will not talk about this subject anymore either,” Donald explained.
“I will not accept absolute silence,” I replied instantly. “I can promise not to defame them or reveal private information, but my life story belongs to me.”
Brandon’s lawyer protested that point for hours, but they finally agreed to my terms.
The formal signing was scheduled at a local family court building. I arrived with Donald, Jessica, and my loving parents. Justin was waiting patiently outside the room.
Brandon appeared completely alone. He no longer had the arrogant, prideful demeanor he displayed in the downtown cafeteria. He had dark circles under his tired eyes, his shirt was noticeably wrinkled, and his hands were restless.
