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

I checked my reflection in the rearview mirror of Dylan's car, making sure my hair was in place after our hasty reunion in the hospital's private consultation room. The smell of his cologne still lingered on my skin. I smiled to myself, thinking of how eagerly he'd sought me out the moment he could slip away from Eleanor's room.


Through the hospital entrance doors, I spotted Catherine and Clara Bellweather emerging. I straightened my posture, smoothing down my designer dress. Catherine's gaze briefly flicked in my direction before she pointedly looked away, continuing her conversation with Clara.


Dylan appeared behind them, maintaining a respectable distance as he walked them out. Ever the perfect gentleman in public. I suppressed a smile, knowing that just twenty minutes ago, that gentleman had been whispering decidedly ungentlemanly things in my ear.


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