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 sighed as she helped Cora out of the bathtub. Their evening together had been wonderful, despite the circumstances of Cora's illness. The little girl's eyelids drooped as Elara wrapped her in a fluffy towel.


"Arms up," Elara instructed gently, holding out Cora's favorite unicorn pajamas.


Cora complied with a sleepy nod. "I'm glad you stayed, Mom."


"Me too, sweetheart." Elara's hands worked deftly, dressing her daughter. "Now, let me just grab my toiletries from the master bedroom, and then I'll read you a story."


"Can we read 'The Paper Bag Princess'?" Cora asked, her eyes brightening despite her fatigue.


"Of course." Elara planted a kiss on her forehead. "Wait here. I'll be right back."


She stepped into the hallway, her bare feet silent against the plush carpet. The door to the master bedroom stood slightly ajar, a sliver of soft light spilling into the corridor. She hadn't been inside for weeks, not since she'd moved out to her apartment downtown.


The Bedroom of Erased Memories