A notification.
He lazily reached for it, not expecting much. Maybe a reminder. Or another email about his failing stock numbers. But the sender made his fingers freeze.
Georgia Brooks.
Sylvester blinked.
He tapped it open, his eyes narrowing as he scrolled. It wasn’t a regular email. Attached to it was a formal motion, a digital document. His breath caught in his throat.
"Request for Transfer of Assets Stated in Divorce Agreement."
The words were loud even in the silence. He didn’t need to read all of it to know what it meant.
“s**t!” Sylvester cursed, slamming the phone down on the table so hard it shook his whiskey glass.
He raked a hand through his hair and stood up, pacing across the room. His heart pounded as his mind ran through everything at once. She really went through wi
