He had prepared every agreement connected to Elise Grace Properties. He knew where each deed was stored, how every account was arranged, which properties belonged to which entities, and why I’d insisted on separating my premarital and marital assets.

“Vivian?” he said, instantly alert. “Is Sabina all right?”

“She will be.”

“What happened?”

I looked through the room’s glass wall into the hallway, where a cleaner pushed a mop bucket under fluorescent light.

“I need you to begin the separation process. Tonight. I want exclusive residential use of the mansion transferred away from Thatcher as fast as the court allows.