She made a little bubbling sound.

I laughed.

And for the first time since overhearing Elon, I felt a spark of hope.

Then I began gathering information.

I found the filing box where I kept our household documents.

Insurance policies.

Mortgage statements.

Bank information.

And the prenuptial agreement Elon and I had signed before getting married.

His parents, Eve and Alex, had insisted on it.

Alex owned three successful car dealerships.

They’d always worried about protecting the family business.

I remembered sitting at their dining table while Alex explained the agreement.

“Madeline, this isn’t personal. We’d ask anyone marrying into the family to sign it.”

Eve had squeezed my hand.

“And it protects you too, sweetheart.”

I’d hired my own attorney to review the agreement before signing.

My father had insisted on that.

“Read every word,” he’d told me. “Never sign something just because you trust the person handing it to you.”