Before Elon Musk became the richest man on Earth, a tech god surrounded by rockets, electric cars, AI experiments, and a trail of lovers and children, he was simply a young man in love. His first marriage, with Canadian novelist Justine Musk, began in 2000 and ended in 2008. It was a marriage filled with both hope and tragedy, as they welcomed six children into the world—one of whom tragically passed away as an infant.
And yet, despite her role as a mother, wife, and early supporter of the man who would later command a $364 billion empire, Justine walked away with little more than a broken heart and a bitter lesson in trust.
The story of Justine Musk is not just a footnote in the biography of a tech mogul. It’s a tale of blind faith, legal miscalculations, and a chilling reminder of how even the most intimate relationships can become collateral damage on the road to unimaginable power.
At the heart of this unraveling lies a single document: a post-nuptial agreement signed in 2000, a mere few months after the couple wed. To Justine, it was a formality—a gesture of trust in the man she believed would never betray her. “We were soulmates,” she later wrote. “We would never divorce.”
But they did divorce. And that document—signed in good faith, in love—would cost her everything.
At the time, Elon Musk was still a rising figure in Silicon Valley, co-founding Zip2 with his brother Kimbal and later selling it for $300 million. Elon pocketed $20 million from the deal and didn’t hesitate to start living like the rich—buying a McLaren F1 for $1 million and moving into a swanky Palo Alto apartment.
CNN even filmed the delivery of the car, with Justine standing by his side. She warned at the time that such sudden wealth could distort values, and her instincts, as it turned out, were painfully correct.
The marriage, while seemingly idyllic on the surface, masked deeper fractures. Justine supported Elon through his relentless ambitions, moved with him to Los Angeles, and gave birth to their children—twins and triplets—while trying to sustain her career as a novelist. She wrote three books between 2005 and 2008, balancing her literary dreams with the demands of a household growing under the shadow of one man’s relentless climb to the top.
Then, in 2008, the fall came fast. Elon filed for divorce in the spring—just months before becoming Tesla’s CEO and six weeks before proposing to his next wife, actress Talulah Riley. Justine was left blindsided, but more than that, she was left without the leverage most high-profile spouses might expect.
When it came time to negotiate the divorce, she asked for what many considered reasonable: the family house, child support, 10% of Elon’s Tesla shares, 5% of SpaceX, $6 million in cash, and a Tesla Roadster.
If she had received even half of those shares, her net worth today would exceed $17 billion—enough to place her among the richest women on the planet. But the past would not let her rewrite the future. Elon’s legal team pointed back to the 2000 post-nuptial agreement.
Justine had signed away nearly all her rights, believing the marriage would last forever. That signature, done with love and trust, now locked her out of the fortune she had helped nurture in its infancy.
The contrast with other tech divorces is startling. Jeff Bezos handed MacKenzie Scott a quarter of his Amazon stake—$36 billion—when they split in 2019. Melinda Gates walked away with an estimated $25 billion after her divorce from Bill Gates. Justine Musk?
She ended up with a mere $20 million, half of which came from the sale of their Bel Air home. That number, though not insignificant to most people, looks almost cruel next to Elon’s mountain of wealth.
Justine had tried to fight back. In 2008, she sued to nullify the post-nup, arguing that Elon hadn’t disclosed his coming merger between his payments company X.com and Confinity, which would later become PayPal. That merger, followed by PayPal’s sale to eBay, netted Musk at least $100 million. But the court didn’t side with her. She spent two years in a legal battle that drained her emotionally and left Elon with $4 million in legal bills—but still victorious.
Eventually, Elon’s team offered her a settlement: $20 million post-tax, including $10 million in property and $10 million in periodic payments. She would receive $20,000 a month for personal expenses, on top of child-related costs.
Yet, the house she received—the famed Bel Air mansion—was sold in 2011 for $6.5 million. Justine used part of that to purchase a smaller home, now worth over $8 million. Had she invested the cash portion of the sale wisely, she might have doubled or tripled that amount. But she never became a billionaire, and never would.
What lingers in this story is not just the financial disparity—it’s the emotional betrayal buried under legal language and cold calculations. Justine stood by Elon during his uncertain years. She moved into cramped Silicon Valley apartments. She lived through the stress of startups.
She watched him crash that million-dollar McLaren. She bore him five living children. She believed, perhaps more than anyone, that he was destined for greatness. But belief doesn’t pay the bills. And love, once signed away in ink, has no legal standing.
Even more haunting is how Elon Musk seemed to repeat the same pattern with other women. He offered Ashley St. Clair $15 million and a monthly stipend of $100,000 to remain silent about their child.
When she went public, he pulled the deal. Talulah Riley married him twice and ultimately received a payout equivalent to what Justine got from two legal proceedings. Grimes, the avant-garde pop star, had three children with him, but never received a wedding ring.
Shivon Zilis, the Neuralink executive who bore him four children, now lives on a private estate in Texas—close to Elon, yet eerily isolated.
Through all of this, Elon Musk continued his quest to populate the world—or colonize Mars—with his own DNA. Fourteen confirmed children, multiple mothers, and a vision of a future filled with Musks. And somewhere in that constellation of ambition and reproduction, the story of Justine—the first, the forgotten—is quietly fading.
But we remember. We remember that before SpaceX, before Tesla, before Dogecoin and Twitter/X, there was Justine. She was not an investor, not an engineer, not a celebrity. She was a wife, a mother, a believer. She placed her trust in a man who would one day become too big to need her, and that trust cost her a fortune.
She didn’t lose everything in the traditional sense. She rebuilt her life, raised her children, and published books. But she lost the future she helped build. Not because she was greedy. Not because she was careless. But because she believed in love.
A belief that, when written on paper and signed in good faith, turned out to be her greatest liability.
And so the question remains—did Elon Musk deceive her, or did she simply trust him too much?
That answer may never be clear. But one thing is: in the empire of Musk, even the queens can be written out of the story with a single signature.