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    Default Elon Musk (paypal) and Talulah Riley divorcing

    Millionaire PayPal founder Elon Musk divorces actress wife Talulah Riley...and announces split via Twitter


    By Daily Mail Reporter

    Last updated at 11:07 PM on 20th January 2012





    Split: Elon Musk, 40, and Talulah Riley, 28, pictured here last February, are getting a divorce



    Millionaire PayPal founder Elon Musk is divorcing British actress Talulah Riley.

    The couple, who had been married for one year, had been separated for six months before they decided to get divorced.

    On Wednesday, 40-year-old Musk, who also founded Tesla and SpaceX wrote on his Twitter account: '@rileytalulah It was an amazing four years. I will love you forever. You will make someone very happy one day.'
    In a telephone interview with Forbes, he praised the 26-year-old Pride & Prejudice star for being 'a great woman'.
    But he said he had simply fallen out of love her.
    He revealed that Riley had been living away from their home in Bel Air for nearly six months.

    'We took some time apart for several months to see if absence makes the heart grow fonder, and unfortunately it did not,' Musk told Forbes.

    'I still love her, but I’m not in love with her. And I can’t really give her what she wants.'


    Despite the split, Musk said the pair will “always be friends' but said it’s was too difficult to stay married; 'Every day was just too difficult.'


    Going public: PayPal founder Elon Musk made the above tweet on Wednesday announcing his split from his wife Riley Talulah



    The South African native, who's worth an estimated $672 million, first met the St Trinian's star in July 2008 at a nightclub in London, before getting married in September 2010.

    He reportedly proposed to Riley just weeks after he filed for divorce from his first wife, sci-fi novelist Justine Musk, who he has five children with.

    Self-made: Elon Musk, who has a personal fortune of $672 million, said his wife Talulah Riley had not lived in his Bel Air for nearly six months




    It is not clear if the pair had a prenuptial agreement.

    Musk made a personal fortune by selling two Internet businesses in the late 1990s and early 2000s.

    He founded the first company, Zip2, in 1995 when he was 24, right after dropping out of Stanford University's physics graduate program because he thought the Internet held more promise than physics.

    Failed marriage: Elon Musk, pictured here with his first wife Justine Musk, said Riley was the 'polar opposite' of his ex-wife



    Musk called Riley the 'polar opposite' of his first wife who had blogged extensively about the acrimonious terms of their divorce.

    However, he added that he would still like to have a meaningful relationship with someone in the future, in the interview with Forbes.

    Riley could not be reached for comment according to Forbes and, at the this time, had apparently not responded to the tweet.

    Read more: Millionaire PayPal founder Elon Musk divorces actress wife Talulah Riley | Mail Online
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    Well he's the founder of Paypal... you know, how to pay for your ebay purchases?
    She is a Brit actress, and the ex-wife is a Sci-fi writer. It is all explained in the original article.



    This is the Marie-Claire interview with ex-wife no 1

    September 10, 2010
    "I Was a Starter Wife": Inside America's Messiest Divorce

    In the middle of her headline-grabbing divorce settlement, Justine Musk reveals the truth about her marriage to the multimillionaire cofounder of PayPal.




    Writer Justine Musk, age 37, in her residence in Bel Air, California.
    Photo Credit: Lauren Greenfield/_MG_8348

    In the late spring of 2008, my wealthy entrepreneurial husband, Elon Musk, the father of my five young sons, filed for divorce. Six weeks later, he texted me to say he was engaged to a gorgeous British actress in her early 20s who had moved to Los Angeles to be with him. Her name is Talulah Riley, and she played one of the sisters in 2005's Pride and Prejudice. Two of the things that struck me were: a) Pride and Prejudice is a really good movie, and b) My life with this man had devolved to a cliché.
    At least she wasn't blonde. I found that refreshing.
    When I first met Elon, I wasn't blonde, either. I was an aspiring writer in my first year at Queen's University in Ontario, Canada, sprung from a small hometown and recovering from a difficult case of first love with the older man I'd left behind. I liked older. I liked poetic and rebellious and tortured. I liked a guy who parked his motorcycle beneath my dorm-room window and called my name through the twilight: Romeo in a dark-brown leather jacket.
    Elon wasn't like that. A fellow student a year ahead of me, he was a clean-cut, upper-class boy with a South African accent who appeared in front of me one afternoon as I was leaping up the steps to my dorm. He said we'd met at a party I knew I hadn't been to. (Years later, he would confess that he had noticed me from across the common room and decided he wanted to meet me.) He invited me out for ice cream. I said yes, but then blew him off with a note on my dorm-room door. Several hours later, my head bent over my Spanish text in an overheated room in the student center, I heard a polite cough behind me. Elon was smiling awkwardly, two chocolate-chip ice cream cones dripping down his hands. He's not a man who takes no for an answer.
    He was a scientific type, at home with numbers, commerce, and logic. I was not the only woman he pursued, but even after he transferred to Wharton he kept sending roses. When he'd return to Queen's to visit friends, I found myself agreeing to have dinner with him. Once, in the bookstore together, I pointed to a shelf and said, "One day I want my own books to go right there." I had said this before to a girlfriend, who laughed and spun on her heel. But Elon not only took me seriously, he seemed impressed. It was the first time that a boy found my sense of ambition — instead of my long hair or narrow waist — attractive. Previous boyfriends complained that I was "competitive," but Elon said I had "a fire in my soul." When he told me, "I see myself in you," I knew what he meant.
    After I graduated, I taught ESL in Japan for a year — Elon and I had by then gone our separate ways. Back in Canada I took a bartending job, worked on my novel, and debated whether to go back to Japan or to grad school. One night I heard myself tell my sister, "If Elon ever calls me again, I think I'll go for it. I might have missed something there." He called me one week later.
    After graduation, he'd moved to Silicon Valley. He was sharing an apartment in Mountain View with three roommates and building his first dot-com company, Zip2. I soon flew out for the first of many visits. One night, over dinner, he asked me how many kids I wanted to have. "One or two," I said immediately, "although if I could afford nannies, I'd like to have four."
    He laughed. "That's the difference between you and me," he said. "I just assume that there will be nannies." He made a rocking motion with his arms and said, happily, "Baby."
    Then he took me to a bookstore and handed me his credit card. "Buy as many books as you want," he said. No man could have said anything sweeter.
    Two years later — two months before our January 2000 wedding — Elon told me we had an appointment with a lawyer who was going to help us with a "financial agreement" that the board of his new company wanted us to sign. When I looked at him, he said quickly, "It's not a prenup."
    Although I'd been dating a struggling 20-something entrepreneur, I was now engaged to a wealthy one. Elon had sold Zip2, which partnered with newspapers to help them get online, in 1999, the year before, and was worth about $20 million overnight. He bought and renovated an 1,800-square-foot condo: We now had a place of our own. He also bought a million-dollar sports car — a McLaren F1 — and a small plane. Our day-to-day routine remained the same (except for the addition of flying lessons), and Elon's wealth seemed abstract and unreal, a string of zeros that existed in some strange space of its own. I made uneasy jokes that he was about to dump me for a supermodel. Instead, he proposed, getting down on bended knee on a street corner.
    Most of his newfound fortune he rolled over into his second company, an online banking institution, X.com, that later became PayPal (the online payment company). It was this board that was supposedly urging him to get a "financial agreement." What I didn't understand at the time was that Elon was actually ushering me into a period of "mediation," which, I now know, means anything done or spoken is confidential and cannot be used in a court of law. But I had no time to research mediation, or learn that it rarely serves the interest of the less powerful person in the relationship. Years later, I came to learn these things. But two months after our wedding, I simply signed the postnuptial agreement. I trusted my husband — why else had I married him? — and I told myself it didn't matter. We were soul mates. We would never get divorced. A life without Elon was unthinkable, something I'd realized a few months before he proposed, as we napped together one spring afternoon before a friend's wedding. With my arm slung across his chest, I felt that he was my own private Alexander the Great.
    Still, there were warning signs. As we danced at our wedding reception, Elon told me, "I am the alpha in this relationship." I shrugged it off, just as I would later shrug off signing the postnuptial agreement, but as time went on, I learned that he was serious. He had grown up in the male-dominated culture of South Africa, and the will to compete and dominate that made him so successful in business did not magically shut off when he came home. This, and the vast economic imbalance between us, meant that in the months following our wedding, a certain dynamic began to take hold. Elon's judgment overruled mine, and he was constantly remarking on the ways he found me lacking. "I am your wife," I told him repeatedly, "not your employee."
    "If you were my employee," he said just as often, "I would fire you."
    By the time eBay bought PayPal in 2002, we had moved to Los Angeles and had our first child, a boy named Nevada Alexander. The sale of PayPal vaulted Elon's net worth to well over $100 million. The same week, Nevada went down for a nap, placed on his back as always, and stopped breathing. He was 10 weeks old, the age when male infants are most susceptible to SIDS (Sudden Infant Death Syndrome). By the time the paramedics resuscitated him, he had been deprived of oxygen for so long that he was brain-dead. He spent three days on life support in a hospital in Orange County before we made the decision to take him off it. I held him in my arms when he died.
    Elon made it clear that he did not want to talk about Nevada's death. I didn't understand this, just as he didn't understand why I grieved openly, which he regarded as "emotionally manipulative." I buried my feelings instead, coping with Nevada's death by making my first visit to an IVF clinic less than two months later. Elon and I planned to get pregnant again as swiftly as possible. Within the next five years, I gave birth to twins, then triplets, and I sold three novels to Penguin and Simon & Schuster. Even so, Nevada's death sent me on a years-long inward spiral of depression and distraction that would be continuing today if one of our nannies hadn't noticed me struggling. She approached me with the name of an excellent therapist. Dubious, I gave it a shot. In those weekly sessions, I began to get perspective on what had become my life.


    Writer Justine Musk, age 37, in her residence in Bel Air, California.
    Photo Credit: Lauren Greenfield/_MG_8348

    We were breathing rarefied air. The first crowded apartment we'd shared in Mountain View seemed like ancient history from our 6,000-square-foot house in the Bel Air hills. Married for seven years, we had a domestic staff of five; during the day our home transformed into a workplace. We went to black-tie fundraisers and got the best tables at elite Hollywood nightclubs, with Paris Hilton and Leonardo DiCaprio partying next to us. When Google cofounder Larry Page got married on Richard Branson's private Caribbean island, we were there, hanging out in a villa with John Cusack and watching Bono pose with swarms of adoring women outside the reception tent. When we traveled, we drove onto the airfield up to Elon's private jet, where a private flight attendant handed us champagne. I spent an afternoon walking around San Jose with Daryl Hannah, where she caused a commotion at Starbucks when the barista asked her name and she said, blithely, "Daryl."
    It was a dream lifestyle, privileged and surreal. But the whirlwind of glitter couldn't disguise a growing void at the core. Elon was obsessed with his work: When he was home, his mind was elsewhere. I longed for deep and heartfelt conversations, for intimacy and empathy. And while I sacrificed a normal family life for his career, Elon started to say that I "read too much," shrugging off my book deadlines. This felt like a dismissal, and a stark reversal from the days when he was so supportive. When we argued — over the house or the kids' sleeping schedule — my faults and flaws came under the microscope. I felt insignificant in his eyes, and I began thinking about what effect our dynamic would have on our five young sons.
    In the spring of 2008, eight years after our wedding, a car accident served as my wake-up call. The moment of impact seemed suspended in time: The details of the other driver's face, looking at me in horror as she held a cell phone to her ear, were so clear it was like the distance between us didn't exist. There was a crunch of metal as her car plowed into mine, and when we skidded to a halt, my first thought wasn't, Thank God nobody's hurt. It was, My husband is going to kill me. And in my mind's eye, I could suddenly see myself: a woman who'd gotten very thin, and very blonde, stumbling out of a very expensive car with the front-left wheel smashed in.
    I barely recognized myself. I had turned into a trophy wife — and I sucked at it. I wasn't detail-oriented enough to maintain a perfect house or be a perfect hostess. I could no longer hide my boredom when the men talked and the women smiled and listened. I wasn't interested in Botox or makeup or reducing the appearance of the scars from my C-sections. And no matter how many highlights I got, Elon pushed me to be blonder. "Go platinum," he kept saying, and I kept refusing.
    Not long after the accident, I sat on our bed with my knees pulled up to my chest and tears in my eyes. I told Elon, in a soft voice that was nonetheless filled with conviction, that I needed our life to change. I didn't want to be a sideline player in the multimillion-dollar spectacle of my husband's life. I wanted equality. I wanted partnership. I wanted to love and be loved, the way we had before he made all his millions.
    Elon agreed to enter counseling, but he was running two companies and carrying a planet of stress. One month and three sessions later, he gave me an ultimatum: Either we fix this marriage today or I will divorce you tomorrow, by which I understood he meant, Our status quo works for me, so it should work for you. He filed for divorce the next morning. I felt numb, but strangely relieved.
    Eight years after I signed the postnup, I began to understand just what I'd done. I had effectively signed away all my rights as a married person, including any claim to community property except our house, which was to be vested in my name once we had a child. But my lawyer is presenting a legal theory that could render the postnup invalid. A postnup, unlike a prenup, requires a complete financial disclosure because of something called "marital fiduciary duty": the obligation of one spouse to be honest and straightforward in financial dealings with the other. Around the time we signed the agreement, Elon was involved in a significant merger between X.com and a company called Confinity. Together, the two became PayPal and raised the value of Elon's X.com stock by millions of dollars more than what he reported on the postnup. Whether this was deliberate or an oversight, according to my lawyer, it could render the contract fraudulent, and thus invalid — if it weren't for the protection of mediation confidentiality. That period ended not when we left the lawyer's office or when we got married, but only once we'd signed. The question that will determine the outcome of our divorce case, which has been winding its way through the California legal system for more than two years, is a legal one: Should mediation confidentiality trump marital fiduciary duty, or vice versa? Two years after our separation, we ended up in court. The judge ruled in Elon's favor, but stressed that the case was "a long cause matter" and immediately certified it for appeal. Resolution is at least a year away.
    In the months after our separation, I dyed my hair dark and cut it. I also developed a friendship that gradually deepened into romance with a man I'd known casually for years. One night he took me to a reading of Eve Ensler's new play. "This is power-woman central," he said, as we watched Arianna Huffington hold court in the front row. As he pointed out other prominent women in the audience, I realized the kind of social world I'd been living in: The females who populated it were the young wives and girlfriends of wealthy men, or the personal assistants who catered to them. Women disappeared after some point in their 30s, and any female ambition other than looking beautiful, shopping, and overseeing the domestic realm became an inconvenience. Being in that audience, watching that staged reading, I felt myself reclaim the freedom to write my own life.
    Although I am estranged from Elon — when it comes to the children, I deal with his assistant — I don't regret my marriage. I've worked through some anger, both at Elon for rendering me so disposable, and at myself for buying into a fairy tale when I should have known better. But I will always respect the brilliant and visionary person that he is. I also can't regret the divorce (our case was bifurcated, which means that even though the property issues aren't settled, our marriage is legally dead). Elon and I share custody of the children, who are thriving. I feel grounded now, and deeply grateful for my life.
    And something unexpected happened: Throughout the divorce proceedings, his fiancée and I discovered we liked each other. People were puzzled that I didn't want to poke chopsticks in her eyeballs. "It's kind of like a French movie," observed a friend, and I sent Talulah an e-mail:
    I would rather live out the French-movie version of things, in which the two women become friends and various philosophies are pondered, than the American version, in which one is "good" and one is "bad" and there's a huge catfight sequence and someone gets thrown off a balcony.

    She responded, Let's do as the French do.

    She is, by all accounts, a lovely, bright, and very young person, and better fitted to my ex-husband's lifestyle and personality than I ever was. Although she had dark hair when she and Elon first met, she is now blonder than I've ever been.
    Justine Musk is the author of Bloodangel, Lord of Bones, and Uninvited. She lives in Los Angeles with her five sons and two dogs.



    Read more: Justine Musk Interview on Divorce from PayPal Cofounder - Marie Claire
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    I like the ex, she seems quite bright. Naive, but bright.
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    He sounds like a total douche.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Novice View Post
    Well he's the founder of Paypal... you know, how to pay for your ebay purchases?
    She is a Brit actress, and the ex-wife is a Sci-fi writer. It is all explained in the original article.
    I was attempting to be funny since they are relative unknowns when it comes to celebrities. I guess it fell short.
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    Quote Originally Posted by louiswinthorpe111 View Post
    I was attempting to be funny since they are relative unknowns when it comes to celebrities. I guess it fell short.
    I'm learning that I appear to have a unique sense of humour, so don't take it personally that I didnt get the joke . I will laugh now to make you feel better " hahahaha!". Was that ok?
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    I never heard of these folks either, but I love reading about overpriced divorces! And, I love PayPal - I don't know why every retailer/etailer doesn't offer it.
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    Default And TMZ finally catches up.....

    Jan 25, 3:00 PM
    PayPal Founder Elon Musk -- Actress Wife Talulah Riley Files for Divorce

    Millionaire PayPal founder Elon Musk's wife has filed for divorce ... TMZ has learned.The British "Pride and Prejudice" actress -- named Talulah Riley -- filed the papers on January 17th, citing "irreconcilable differences" ... one day before Musk publicly announced the couple's split on Twitter.In a telephone interview with Forbes on the 18th, Musk -- worth a reported $680 million -- made it sound as though he was the driving force behind the divorce, claiming, "I still love her, but I’m not in love with her. And I can’t really give her what she wants.”The Forbes headline reads, "Elon Musk to Divorce Wife" -- but clearly, Talulah beat him to the punch. So far, Elon has NOT filed divorce documents.It's unclear who truly wished to end the relationship, or whether it was a mutual decision.
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    He sounds like an asshat...
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    Wonder if he'll pay her thru PayPal.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Brookie View Post
    Wonder if he'll pay her thru PayPal.


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    Quote Originally Posted by Seapharris7 View Post
    He sounds like an asshat...
    He sure does.

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    ELON MUSK Second Marriage Kaput WIFE FILES FOR SECOND DIVORCE

    3/21/2016 1:01 PM PDT BY TMZ STAFF

    Breaking News
    Elon Musk -- the brain behind Tesla and PayPal -- has a problem he can't seem to solve -- his wife has filed for divorce ... again.
    Actress Talulah Riley has filed to end their second marriage ... a second time. According to the couple, they've been living separately for the last 6 months.
    Their history is a love story set in the middle of a hurricane. They married in 2010 but divorced 2 years later. They remarried 18 months later, in 2013. Elon didn't think the second time around was right, so he filed for divorce on New Year's Eve 2014, but withdrew the petition in June 2015.
    Apparently it was not meant to be. They say they'll remain friends.
    Through it all ... no kids, which is probably a good thing.



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    Do you think she gets a pay out each time they divorce?
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