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

Damien made his way back to the bonfire, his expression unreadable. Everyone looked up expectantly as he approached.


"The missus won't be joining us," he announced, taking his seat beside Vivienne. "Send up a selection of the barbecue, the grilled chicken, and some of that stew to her room."


Vivienne's smile tightened at his use of "the missus." A servant nodded and hurried off to fulfill Damien's request.


"Is she not feeling well?" Lucas asked, genuine concern in his voice.


Cora beamed. "See? I told you she wouldn't come."


Vivienne placed a gentle hand on Cora's shoulder. "Your mother is just very busy with her important project, darling."


Her words were appropriate, but the gleam in her eyes betrayed her satisfaction. She slid closer to Damien, placing her hand possessively on his arm.


"The missus," she mused quietly so only he could hear. "Such an old-fashioned term."


"She is still my wife," Damien replied simply, his eyes on the flames.


The Missus's Meal, The Husband's Intrusion