My husband forgot to hang up, believing the call had ended — the moment I heard what he truly thought of me, I planned a little surprise he would never forget.

Three weeks later, I returned to work and continued getting proper advice about the separation and prenup.

I looked at the man I’d loved.

Elon and I kept our conversations about Sophie calm. Whatever happened between us, she wasn’t going to become a weapon.

One morning, I wrote my usual list at Mom and Dad’s kitchen counter:

Sophie’s bottles, work presentation, groceries.

Then I added:

Something for me.

I wrote my usual list.

Mom noticed.

“I like that one.”

“So do I.”

For months, I’d confused love with disappearing into everyone else’s needs.

I didn’t anymore.

I still didn’t know exactly what my future looked like.

But for the first time since Sophie was born, I was building it on purpose.

And Elon wasn’t the one holding the pen