I placed our prenup on the table. I wasn’t using it as a weapon—I was reminding myself that I had protected my independence. Sophie would never become leverage, and I wouldn’t sacrifice my career or hdh security to make Elon comfortable.
Three weeks later, I returned to work. Elon and I kept conversations focused on Sophie while I considered our future with proper legal advice. For months, I had confused love with disappearing into everyone else’s needs. Now I understood something important: my future was mine to build. And this time, I was holding the pen.
