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 watched her daughter pace around the kitchen island. Cora checked her phone for the fifth time in three minutes, her small face pinched with anxiety.


"Why isn't she answering?" Cora mumbled, glancing at her screen again.


"Who?" Elara asked, placing a bowl of cereal in front of Cora's chair.


"Aunt Vivi." Cora's tone was clipped. "She has her big race today, but she hasn't answered my good luck text."


Elara noted Cora's attire鈥攄esigner jeans with rhinestones down the sides and a bright pink crop top that was far too mature for a child her age. Her daughter had even attempted to style her hair like Vivienne's signature messy waves. The resemblance made Elara's stomach tighten.


"Maybe she's busy preparing," Elara suggested gently. "Racing requires intense focus."


Cora scowled. "She always answers me. Always."


When Cora's phone remained silent, she slammed it down on the table. "This is your fault!"


"My fault?" Elara blinked in surprise. "How could it possibly鈥�"


An Idol's Message, A Child's Fury