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

Chapter 230 - A Fragile Family Portrait


I stood at the window of Eleanor's hospital room, gazing out at the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the parking lot. The atmosphere in the room was tense but not hostile—a fragile calm that felt like it could shatter with one wrong word.


"Mommy, I'm hungry," Cora announced, tugging at my sleeve. "Can we get something to eat?"


I glanced down at my daughter's hopeful face. "We can grab something on the way home, sweetie."


Cora turned to Dylan, who was sitting in a chair beside Eleanor's bed. "Daddy, I'm hungry too."


Dylan looked at his watch. "It is past dinnertime. I could order something for all of us."


I opened my mouth to refuse, but Eleanor spoke first.


"That sounds like a wonderful idea," she said from her bed, her eyes moving between Dylan and me. "I'm sure the hospital cafeteria is still open."
