Divorces rarely are.
But I had prepared.
That made all the difference.
My lawyer had been right.
I was in a strong position.
Elon tried several approaches.
He denied.
He argued.
At times, he suggested I was unstable.
But there was documentation.
There were witnesses.
And there was no longer a frightened wife willing to accept his version of events just to avoid conflict.
I protected myself.
I protected Sophie.
And eventually, the marriage ended.
The woman Elon had planned to marry never became his wife.
Once everything became public and the fantasy disappeared, apparently she reconsidered what kind of man she had been planning a future with.
I didn’t celebrate that.
In some ways, she had also believed a story Elon had chosen to tell.
I was simply relieved to be finished with all of it.
To Elon’s family’s credit, they did not abandon Sophie.
His mother called me a week after the anniversary dinner.
She cried.
She apologized.
