Elon and his parents, Eve and Alex, had wanted it before we married.
They’d never treated me badly over it.
Eve had even told me, “Honestly, honey, this protects you too.”
I’d had my own attorney review everything before signing.
“Honestly, honey, this protects you too.”
Afterward, Elon had grinned.
“Guess we’re officially too expensive to cheat on each other.”
I’d laughed then.
Now I opened it.
It contained financial protections tied to infidelity. I knew that didn’t guarantee the outcome of a divorce.
But it reminded me of something important.
I wasn’t trapped.
The next day, I spoke privately with a family-law attorney about separation, finances, housing, the prenup, my return to work, and Sophie.
She made one thing clear: Sophie wasn’t a prize either of us could win because the other spouse had behaved badly.
