“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.