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

The road stretched endlessly before me as I drove with no particular destination in mind. Just away from the equestrian center. Away from the image of Damien, Vivienne, and Cora—the perfect family portrait that excluded me.


I should go back to my parents' house. But the thought of returning to that empty space without Cora seemed unbearable. What would I do there alone? Sit in silence, nursing my wounds?


My hands tightened on the steering wheel. A sign for Willowbrook Wetland Park caught my eye, and on impulse, I turned. I needed to be anywhere but alone with my thoughts.


The parking lot was busy with weekend visitors. Families spread picnic blankets on grassy areas. Children chased each other while parents watched indulgently. Kites dotted the sky like colorful birds.


I remained in my car, an observer of joy rather than a participant. My phone buzzed—a reminder about my mother's medication delivery. I'd almost forgotten.


Kites in a Solitary Sky