My fingers turned cold around the phone.
The woman replied with something I couldn’t make out.
Elon laughed.
Then came the sentence that ended my marriage before either of us had signed a single piece of paper.
“I can barely stand being around her anymore.”
He kept talking.
He said he didn’t want me.
He said he intended to divorce me.
Then he promised the other woman that when the timing was right, he would marry her.
Finally, I heard them kiss.
I stood completely motionless in my own kitchen.
Sophie reached toward my hair and made a small sound against my shoulder.
My husband was telling another woman that the wife caring for his newborn daughter was nothing but an inconvenience.
Very carefully, I disconnected the call.
And strangely enough, I didn’t cry.
Something inside me simply grew quiet.
Clear.
That evening, Elon arrived home carrying flowers.
Cheap flowers from the grocery store wrapped in plastic.
He kissed me on the forehead.
“Missed my girls.”
I stared at the same man I had heard only hours before promising another woman a future.
Then I smiled.
“We missed you too.”
I placed the flowers in water.
And I said nothing.
