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 259 - The Unavoidable Encounter


I checked my watch as Julian and I walked through the revolving doors of Sapphire, one of San Francisco's most exclusive restaurants. We were right on time for our meeting with Kevin Thatcher.


"There he is," Julian nodded toward a table by the window where Kevin sat reviewing documents. 


As we made our way across the dining room, the familiar scent of expensive cologne hit me before I even saw him. Dylan.


My steps faltered slightly. Julian noticed immediately, his eyes following my gaze to where Dylan sat with several business associates at a corner table.


"We can reschedule," Julian murmured, his voice low and protective.


I shook my head. "No. I'm not rearranging my life to avoid him."


Dylan looked up at that exact moment, our eyes meeting across the restaurant. His expression remained unchanged – that perfect mask of indifference he always wore. He gave a slight nod of acknowledgment before returning to his conversation.
