Then we submitted everything — the email logs, the wire transfers, the bank records — to the court and to the forensic auditors.

The audit reconstructed fourteen separate unauthorized transactions across the final eighteen months of my marriage, and it laid the pattern bare: money leaving my trust, passing through two shell vendors to launder its origin, and landing in accounts controlled by Rothwell Global.

Some of it had covered the family firm’s corporate debts.

Some had paid for the high-end custom interiors of the Malibu estate where Damon was about to be married.

There was an invoice, itemized, for seventeen thousand eight hundred dollars, for a chef’s kitchen — and I knew that kitchen, because Damon had shown it to me once on a video call about the divorce, panning his phone across it, telling me the property belonged to Sloane’s family and that he was merely staying there.