"This divorce agreement..." I handed the tablet to Philip, watching his reaction carefully.
My assistant's eyebrows shot up as he scanned the document Elara had sent over. "She's not asking for anything? Not a single penny of the Sterling fortune?"
"Apparently not," I replied, leaning back in my leather chair. "Just a clean break."
Philip's eyes narrowed with suspicion. "That's extremely convenient, isn't it? Almost too perfect."
"Explain."
"Think about it, Mr. Sterling." Philip placed the tablet on my desk and began pacing. "A woman appears out of nowhere, claiming to be your wife of five years. She immediately offers a divorce agreement asking for nothing. It's textbook reverse psychology."
I considered his words. "You think it's a setup."