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 evening took an unexpected turn as Zachary Newman and Julian engaged in animated conversation about AI advancement. For once, I felt perfectly in my element, contributing insights that Mr. Newman acknowledged with approving nods. Grandmother beamed with pride from across the table.


The atmosphere shifted suddenly. Whispers rippled through the gathering. All eyes turned toward the entrance.


Damien Thorne stood there, commanding attention without effort. His tall frame was perfectly outlined by his custom Italian suit, his presence magnetic as always. My heart performed its usual traitorous flutter before I forced it to steady.


"Mr. Bellweather," he greeted my grandfather with practiced charm, shaking his hand. "Mrs. Bellweather." He presented my grandmother with an elegantly wrapped package. "Happy birthday."


Grandmother's eyes brightened. "Damien! What a lovely surprise."


Unexpected Guests and Shifting Fortunes