Elara Dawn

For seven years, Elara Thorne lived in the shadow of her own marriage. While her tech mogul husband Damien showered attention on his mistress, Elara played the perfect corporate wife—making his coffee, organizing his schedule, and watching her six-year-old daughter Cora grow closer to the other woman.

The other woman who happened to be her half-sister.

Vivienne Dubois had everything Elara didn't—Damien's heart, Cora's adoration, and the respect of everyone at Thorne Industries. When Elara flew home hoping to celebrate her birthday with her family, she found them planning a surprise party for Vivienne instead. When little Cora innocently asked if Vivienne could be her mommy, something inside Elara finally snapped.

Elara had been a brilliant AI researcher before marriage stole her ambitions. She'd co-founded YodaVision Technologies, only to abandon it all for a man who never loved her back. But now Julian Croft, her former partner, wants her to return as Chief Innovation Officer. The tech world that forgot her exists is about to remember why she was once called a visionary.

Walking away seems impossible when it means leaving Cora behind. But staying means accepting a life where she's invisible in her own home, humiliated at her own workplace, and competing with her half-sister for scraps of attention from her own family.

Damien thinks his wife will quietly accept whatever he gives her, the way she always has. He's about to discover that seven years of silence doesn't mean surrender—it means she's been planning her comeback. And when Elara Vance reclaims her name, her career, and her power, the tech world won't be the only thing shaken.

Some women bend. Others break. But the smart ones? They rebuild themselves stronger than before.

My Coldhearted Husband’s Regret

Elara Vance pulled away from the restaurant, watching Chloe wave goodbye in her rearview mirror. The encounter with Lucas Sterling in the elevator had left her feeling exposed. The way he'd looked at her—with that hint of pity—made her stomach turn.


"He didn't even recognize me," she muttered to herself. The realization stung more than it should have.


Her phone buzzed on the passenger seat. A text from Chloe: "Call me when you get home. We need to talk more about this."


Elara sighed. There was so much to unpack, so many decisions to make. The divorce papers were already drawn up, waiting to be served. Yet part of her still hesitated, still wondered if there was anything left to salvage.


An hour later, Elara opened the door to her apartment. While technically she still lived at the penthouse with Damien, she'd been staying at this smaller place more frequently. It felt more like home than anywhere she'd lived in the past seven years.


A Bitter Truth, A New Resolve