“For you?”
“You disappeared after Sophie was born. Every conversation became feeding schedules, naps, diapers, when I’d be home.”
The words landed exactly where he knew they would.
For six days, I’d wondered whether motherhood had erased what he once loved about me.
I looked at Sophie sleeping against Mom’s shoulder.
Then I looked back at him.
“You left me alone with our daughter most nights.”
“That’s not what this is about.”
“It became my whole life because you kept stepping out of it.”
His face hardened.
“I felt like there wasn’t room for me anymore.”
“Then you should’ve told me you were lonely.”
“I tried.”
“You told me you were working and left me to figure it out.”
He looked away.
“You stayed late, lied about meetings, and found somebody else. That’s not trying to repair a marriage.”
His voice dropped.
“And now you’re doing this in front of everyone.”
“I’m doing this in front of the same people you were happy to let believe everything was fine.”
“What are you trying to prove?”
“Nothing.”
I reached beside my chair and pulled out my copy of the prenup.
I placed it on the table.
Elon stared at it.
“Seriously?”
“You remember it.”
His jaw tightened.
“You were terrified I’d marry you, cheat on you, and walk away with what you’d built.”
“I never wanted your money.”
I rested my hand on the papers.
“But I’m glad I had this reviewed before I gave up more of my independence.”
He looked at the document, then at me.
“You think this means you get everything?”
I didn’t raise my voice.
“It means I know enough now to stop being frightened by whatever future you were planning without me.”
His eyes shifted toward Sophie.
“So you’re just taking her?”
