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 crisp ring of a phone cut through the silence of Damien Thorne's office. I watched as he answered, his expression revealing nothing.


"Thorne speaking," he said, his voice cool and professional.


I stood quietly, waiting for him to finish the call. My folder of reports clutched in hand.


"Auction house? What items?" Damien's brow furrowed slightly. He listened for a moment, then said, "I have no interest in those items. They were gifts. The current owner can do whatever they want with them."


He hung up without another word. Whatever the call was about, it clearly didn't deserve more of his time. His gaze shifted to me.


I stepped forward, opening my folder. "The quarterly reports for InnovaTech, sir. We've exceeded projections by 15%."


Damien nodded, taking the documents from me. "Good. We'll need these numbers for tomorrow's meeting."


Observed Affections and Unspoken Truths