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 remained motionless in Damien's arms, her mind racing. The gentle kiss he'd placed on her forehead burned against her skin, a sensation both achingly familiar and painfully foreign. For years, she had craved his touch, dreamed of moments like this.


"Vi," he murmured against her hair, his voice rough with sleep.


The single syllable shattered the fragile fantasy. Of course. He thought she was Vivienne. The realization felt like a knife twisting in her heart.


She tried to edge away discreetly, keeping her movements slow to avoid waking him fully. Each inch of separation felt like tearing off a bandage, revealing the raw wound beneath.


Damien stirred, his arms tightening around her waist. "Where are you going?" he mumbled, his voice clearer now.


She remained silent, unsure what to say. The room filled with awkward tension as Damien's body suddenly stiffened. His eyes snapped open, confusion clouding his features as he stared at her.


A Stolen Kiss, A Painful Truth