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 stared at the email notification on my phone, scanning the words again to make sure I wasn't imagining them.


Four simple words from Zachary that validated months of painstaking work. My thesis was finally ready for submission. A wave of satisfaction washed over me, momentarily pushing aside the lingering frustration from yesterday's interaction with Dylan.


I set my phone down and glanced at the baby monitor. Cora was still fast asleep, her little chest rising and falling steadily. She'd been exhausted when she arrived last night, practically falling asleep in my arms before I could even get her pajamas on.


The memory of standing in the cold with my grandmother, Clara, waiting for a car that arrived with only my daughter and a driver, reignited my irritation. Dylan couldn't even be bothered to drop off our daughter himself or give me proper notice.


Boundaries and Approvals