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

"We should probably go," I said softly to Clara, noting Eleanor's drooping eyelids despite her attempts to stay engaged in conversation. 


Dylan had disappeared over thirty minutes ago, abandoning his bedside vigil without explanation. I didn't need to guess where he'd gone—or rather, to whom. Vivienne would be waiting somewhere in the building, perhaps the cafeteria or a quiet consultation room arranged by the staff who recognized the Norton name.


Clara nodded in agreement. "Eleanor needs her rest."


"No, no," Eleanor protested weakly. "I'm perfectly fine. The company is good for me."


I smiled gently. "The nurse said you need to rest between visitors. We'll come back soon."


Eleanor's gaze drifted to the empty chair where Dylan had been sitting. "Where did my grandson disappear to? He's been gone quite a while."


"I'm sure he had some important calls to make," I offered diplomatically, though we all knew better.


The Perfunctory Visit