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

"I'll pick Coco up later this evening." 


Damien's words lingered in the air between us. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. The conversation about his "invisibility technology" had left me drained. I watched as he turned away, his tall figure moving with practiced grace toward the exit.


Clara Bellweather, my grandmother, stood near the doorway. Her posture stiffened as Damien approached. Their exchange was brief and cold – a curt nod from him, a tight-lipped smile from her. She had never approved of him, even less so after witnessing years of his indifference toward me.


Uncle Victor stepped forward, offering Damien a formal handshake. "Mr. Thorne." The coolness in his voice was unmistakable.


"Mr. Vance." Damien's response was equally detached.


And then he was gone, leaving behind a room that somehow felt both emptier and lighter. I exhaled slowly, only then realizing I'd been holding my breath.


An Exhausted Mother's Comfort