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 soft click of the door closing behind me echoed in the silence of the hallway. Cora's small form was finally tucked beneath her covers, her breathing steady with sleep. I rubbed my neck, fatigue settling into my shoulders after the long night at the racetrack.


Mr. Finch appeared at the end of the corridor, his normally stoic face betraying mild surprise at seeing me carrying Cora.


"Good evening, Mr. Thorne. You're back rather late." 


"Vivienne's victory celebration ran longer than expected," I replied, my voice low to avoid waking Cora. "Is Mrs. Thorne in her room?"


A barely perceptible pause. "Mrs. Thorne hasn't returned home tonight, sir."


I checked my watch. Nearly midnight. "At all?"


"No, sir. She left early this morning and hasn't been back."


Strange. Elara was usually home by now, often in bed reading or working on her laptop. While she'd been keeping unusual hours lately, she rarely stayed out this late without mentioning it.


An Empty Room, A Hesitant Vow