OLIVIA
Mr. Keen shifted in his seat, adjusting his glasses as he set a stack of papers on the table. “I’ve requested a copy of the prenup from Mr. Adler’s lawyer,” he said.
Dante left his post by the wall and sat next to me, his arm brushing mine. I drew in a breath, comforted by his presence.
“But I didn’t mention your intention to file for divorce although I’ve started the process,” Mr. Keen added carefully.
Dante’s jaw tightened as he leaned forward, his fingers laced together. “Why keep that to yourself?”
Mr. Keen leaned in, folding his hands on the table too. “Mr. Devereux, you know strategy is everything in legal matters.” His eyes flicked to me for a moment before he went on. “If we tip off his lawyer too early, they’ll have time to build a stronger defense, especially since th
