The next day, Elon suggested I stay home instead of returning to work. Childcare was expensive, he said, and we could live comfortably on his salary. After what I’d overheard, his suggestion sounded less like concern and more like control. I confirmed my return to work and quietly spoke with a family-law attorney about my options.
Our anniversary arrived. I invited both families to dinner. Before the meal, Elon insisted everything was fine. So during dinner, I told everyone the truth. I explained what I had heard: the complaints, the affair, the promise to divorce me and marry Sierra.
Elon tried to defend himself, saying he felt forgotten after Sophie was born. I told him loneliness could have been discussed; betrayal was a choice. Finally, when I asked directly, he admitted he had been seeing Sierra while telling me he was working late.
