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

Julian touched my arm gently. "Elara, our special guest has arrived."


I nodded, smoothing down my dress as I prepared to meet whoever this mystery attendee might be. Before Julian could say more, a distinct voice cut through the ambient chatter.


"Clara Bellweather. Radiant as ever, even on your seventy-fifth birthday."


That voice. Deep, commanding, unmistakable. 


I turned slowly, disbelieving. Standing at the entrance was Zachary Newman himself—tech visionary, billionaire innovator, and one of the most elusive figures in our industry. 


The room fell silent. Every head turned toward him as if pulled by magnetic force. Even the waitstaff froze mid-step, drinks in hand.


Mr. Newman stood tall in an impeccably tailored charcoal suit that somehow made him look both powerful and approachable. His silver hair was neatly styled, and behind his designer glasses, his sharp green eyes surveyed the room with calm authority.


The Tycoon's Esteemed Presence