“Viv,” Victor said quietly. “The company has been under audit for three weeks.”

The lobby seemed to recede. “What?”

“Our risk algorithms flagged his ledger last month. I’ve had a forensic team and federal liaisons staged and waiting on a warrant since Tuesday. I’ve been sitting on it because I didn’t know how to tell you.”

His voice dropped into a register I hadn’t heard since our father’s funeral. “And because it’s worse than embezzlement.”

“Tell me.”

“He isn’t just hiding money to divorce you. He’s been forging your signature on high-yield, unsecured corporate loans. Tens of millions, Vivienne. When this company inevitably defaults, the federal fraud charges won’t fall on him.