My husband forgot to hang up, believing the call had ended — the moment I heard what he truly thought of me, I planned a little surprise he would never forget.
Elon laughed again.
“Of course I hate her.”
I stared at my daughter.
Her eyes had closed.
“I’ll divorce her,” he said. “Then I’ll marry you.”
A kissing sound came through the speaker.
My hand finally moved.
I ended the call.
For a few seconds, I stared at the dark screen.
“I’ll divorce her.”
Then Sophie made a hungry little noise.
I picked up her bottle and tightened the lid twice.
It was already closed.
“Sorry, baby.”
My voice barely worked.
