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

Friday evening arrived with a deafening silence in our suite. Eleanor's tight-lipped anger was evident as she paced the room, phone pressed to her ear.


"Damien, this is unacceptable. You promised Cora." Her voice was sharp. "At least speak to your daughter."


She thrust the phone toward Coco, who sat curled on the sofa, hugging her knees to her chest. Tears streamed down her face as she took the device.


"Daddy? When are you coming?" Her small voice broke. "You promised about the slide..." She listened for a moment. "But you said—"


I turned away, busying myself with unpacking our swimwear. The familiar pain in my chest had dulled to a constant ache. I'd stopped expecting Damien to show up long ago.


After hanging up, Coco threw the phone onto the sofa cushion. "He's not coming at all! He said he has to work with Aunt Vivienne on something important."


Eleanor's face reddened. "That woman! I should have known she was behind this."


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