A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Waylen’s smile, a tantalizing dance of charm, graced his elegant features, an allure that held captive hearts.

Despite his captivating appeal, it was an open secret within Duefron that Waylen’s heart was steadfastly devoted to Rena. Even amidst the bloom of her pregnancy, his fidelity remained unyielding, his heart untouched by the Lure of frivolous pursuits.

There was no scandalous affairs about him.

As the night unfolded, the stage was set for Rena‘s entrance.

Amidst the crowd of supporting roles, Rena‘s grace shone like a beacon.

The host was trying to make the atmosphere more interesting. He took a few steps forward and said with a smile, “Then let’s invite Mrs. Fowler to stand on the stage and say a few words for these performers to motivate them.”

Unable to refuse his enthusiastic invitation, Rena went to the stage directly.

The microphone’s embrace, her voice carrying a gentle cadence, brought a hush to the audience. She turned around to look at the young performers, among whom Harrison was the one close to her

Her humility revealed a heart unburdened by the trappings of stardom “I hope you can work harder after you get into the public’s sight. The world is vast and you have to rely on yourself.”

Applause, a symphony of approval, swelled through the air, a chorus of support for the newly crowned talents.

The young performers also applauded with excitement.

Since then, their careers in the entertainment circle began.

Yet, amidst the fervor of the moment, fate took a harrowing turn.

A dance of destiny unfolded above Rena, a crystal lampshade suspended in the air. A calamitous accident sent the lampshade crashing toward Rena’s fragile form. The sharp front just penetrated through the emerald, making a harsh sound, and finally fell to the ground, a scene of terror and chaos as the debris scattered all around.

At this time, the crystal chandelier, which weighed over a hundred pounds, was about to falter. At last, the tensed rope couldn’t bear the weight and a part of the chandelier smashed down directly.

Rena stood frozen in place, unable to move an inch.

In a heartbeat, a hero emerged from the shadows. Harrison, a beacon of courage, shielded Rena from the descending disaster. Blood stained his forehead, his sacrifice a testament to his valiance. Then a bigger part of the chandelier fell towards his forehead.

But fate’s cruel hand still loomed, the chandelier’s descent unrelenting. There would be no possibility for him to survive if he got hit.

In an instant, the universe held its breath as the unthinkable transpired.

Waylen intercepted the chandelier’s deadly trajectory.

His arm bore the brunt of the impact, the sharp shards finding an unwilling sacrifice in his flesh. The chandelier finally fell to the ground with a loud bang.

Debris rained down, the aftermath of the chandelier’s devastating impact.

The theater erupted in chaos, a scene of horror that painted the world in shades of uncertainty.

Rena, her vision fading into the embrace of unconsciousness, found herself trapped within the clutches of darkness.

“Rena!”

Waylen’s anguished cry echoed through the air, a desperate plea that mirrored the depths of his sorrow.

He cradled her weak form in his arms, both of them drenched in a chilling coat of crimson.

Undeterred by his own injuries, Waylen’s voice shattered the air, a command that brooked no argument. “Call an ambulance!”

Time stretched on, each passing second a torment for Waylen. With Rena’s life hanging in the balance, he couldn’t bear the thought of losing her or the precious life she carried within her.

And then there was Harrison…

Had he not acted, Rena’s fate would have been… Waylen’s mind recoiled from the unthinkable.

Beyond the hospital walls, a flurry of snowflakes danced in the wind, an ethereal backdrop to the unfolding tragedy.

The hospital’s sterile corridors bore witness to their arrival, Waylen’s face a mask of anguish as he battled his own hemorrhaging injuries. His pallor was stark against the unforgiving lighting, a portrait of a man on the precipice. Korbyn and Juliette arrived in haste, Cecilia at their side, worry etched deeply on their faces. Their voices mingled in a chorus of concern, a symphony of questions. “How is Rena?”

Waylen, his arm hastily bandaged, seemed to wear his exhaustion Like a cloak.

He took out a cigarette, lit it and took a drag.

“She’s in the emergency room. Harrison Moore is in there too. He might be permanently scarred.”

Grief pooled in Waylen’s eyes as he spoke.

In his trembling hand, the shattered remnants of an emerald told a story that transcended the physical object.

It was not until now that he had understood what Mindy meant. It was a tale of sacrifice, a testament to Harrison’s bravery.

For within that broken emerald resided the true guardian. It was Harrison himself.

Waylen’s resolve solidified.

Cost was of no concern, for Harrison’s well-being was paramount.

As the hospital bustled with its life-saving ministrations, Korbyn’s steady hand found its way to Waylen’s shoulder, a comforting gesture laden with understanding. “Rena will pull through. You must stay here with your mother. Cecilia will go to take care of the children. I’ll venture to the police station, seeking any trace of the accident’s origins.”

Korbyn’s departure left behind a cloud of uncertainty, the weight of recent events hanging heavily in the air

It wasn’t Long before another wave of concern swept into the hospital, carried by none other than Harrison’s distressed mother accompanied by a contingent of Moore family members.

Among them was Addie.

She was Harold’s younger sister

The voice of Harrison’s mother trembled with anxiety as she approached Waylen. “How’s Harrison?” she implored, her frantic gaze searching for answers. Her grip on his arm was tight enough to reflect her inner turmoil.

Waylen, despite his own turbulent thoughts, projected a calming aura as he reassured her. “There’s no immediate danger, but his recovery might be a Lengthy process, Mrs. Moore. I’ll make sure to find the best plastic surgeon.”

The words “plastic surgeon” triggered an emotional avalanche within Harrison’s mother.

Her legs threatened to buckle beneath her as realization and fear collided, intertwining with her maternal instincts.

Amidst this turmoil, a doctor emerged from the emergency room, offering a momentary distraction from the mounting tension. He provided an update on Harrison’s condition, the news dispelling the immediate threat to his life. The Moore family’s members immediately went in to see Harrison.

Waylen heard the woman’s shrill voice through the passage. She couldn’t accept the fact that her son was disfigured.

Meanwhile, the heaviness of guilt pressed upon Waylen, its weight almost suffocating.

Juliette, always a pillar of strength, offered a comforting gesture, her hand gently resting on his shoulder as she urged him to tend to his own injuries. “Waylen, attend to your wound. I’ll stay with Rena. We can’t afford to alarm her when she awakens.”

His vulnerability peeking through his facade, he Leaned on the wall and rubbed his hair angrily with his hand.

not in

she understood how important Rena was to him. Leaving him to wrestle with his

Waylen and Juliette

heavily on their hearts, the minutes stretching

had already passed, the hospital corridor standing

the door of the emergency room finally opened four hours later, it was as if

is my wife?” Waylen hurried

of hope in their strained reality, removed his mask and faced Waylen‘’s questioning gaze. His voice, a measured murmur, held the news they both craved and feared. “Mr. Fowler, our examination indicates that Mrs. Fowler didn’t sustain significant physical trauma. However, her brain did suffer a moderate concussion from the impact of the debris.” An undercurrent of concern ran through his words, his gaze holding Waylen’s as he continued, “Oddly, she should have awakened by now, but her response is curiously absent. It’s as if her body has entered

Waylen was slightly stunned.

of gravity. “Given that Mrs. Fowler is also pregnant, it’s imperative that we monitor her condition closely. If her coma persists beyond a week,

Waylen’s voice was tinged with desperation, his vulnerability

will be tomorrow morning. We

the doctor retreated back into the emergency room, leaving

wall, as if he had lost all his strength in an instant. Juliette helped him

head, Waylen said softly, “Mom, I should have

tired of

he had treated her better, would she wake

on, Rena was transferred to a VIP ward, her still form a stark contrast

her gown showcased her pregnancy, a poignant reminder

remnants of her

stayed faithfully beside her. He held Rena’s cold hand with his

Juliette was caught in a poignant dance of grief, her heart heavy with the weight

said gently, “Mom, can you go ask the Moore family’s members

tears still cascading

the Moore family a big favor and

in the ward with an oppressive silence settling. A tear fell on the back of Rena’s hand,

I should never have allowed you to attend the premiere. If I could turn back time, I’d choose to hold you close, keeping

hot tears continued to overflow, his

ensconced in a realm of

fallen into dormancy. Her dreams were untroubled by

had draped itself in the shroud of darkness, the sky painted with obsidian hues and

room. “The night sky wears a snowy gown, and our children must be frolicking in delight. Rena, if you could awaken, I’d take you back home. We’d sip on warm milk and watch as our little ones fashion

brushed Rena’s cheek tenderly, her skin cool

wave of emotion surged within him, the weight of his heartbreak threatening to

he leaned close to Rena, his lips grazing her neck as he whispered, his voice heavy with

shadow that refused to dissipate. Closing his eyes was a risk he couldn’t afford, for it might mean missing the exact moment her eyelids fluttered open. As the hours gave way to dawn, the sun cast

seemed to be

crisp, a stark reminder of

to the hospital, exhaustion etched

weight of the night’s labor. Silently, he approached Rena’s bedside, his gaze searching for a sign

his eyes never Leaving

a gesture of concern from Korbyn who recognized the toll Waylen’s vigil had taken. “Your mother is tending to the children. They don’t know about the accident yet,” Korbyn

Waylen’s eyes still fixated on Rena, Korbyn patted him on the shoulder, a comforting touch meant to reassure. He

sat on the edge of the bed to keep her company. He continued

kids

was abnormal, but he could not persuade Waylen as well. If it was him who was involved in this accident, he

a pang of anticipation. Yet, the sorrow etched

from his seat, his question punctuated by the weight of his concern.

to be affected. But if the coma persists, it

air, Rena’s fate precariously balanced on the edge of her

a heavy silence that only the sound of

his own heart weighed down by the situation’s

his beloved daughter-in-law as important as Cecilia in his mind. Thinking of what might happen in the future, he couldn’t help but shed

Laden with guilt, emerged from the shadows. “Mindy once said I have a strong personality that I struggle with forging deep connections. Dad, is

with unshed

raw with

destined for one another. Don’t let

Waylen’s throat tightened.

away a strand of hair on her forehead. They just fell in Love with each other. How could she

felt like an eternity, a relentless punishment for a

wrapped in a blanket of snow, he couldn’t help but feel the weight of time pressing upon

on the precipice of his endurance, teetering on the edge of his emotional resolve. At this time, no one could help

role as Rena’s husband and father to their children loomed heavy, his heart yearning for

slipping through Waylen’s grasp

etched his features, his once-vibrant cheeks now hollowed by the weight of

impossible task. Cecilia took on the solemn duty of explaining their mother’s situation to them,

the bed. Alexis, her eyes brimming with unshed

the gesture both gentle and heartbreaking, a silent embrace that spanned

own eyes glistening with tears, reached out to touch Rena’s hand, his fingers tracing patterns of

Marcus, too young to fully comprehend, babbled the word

his arms, holding the child close. His eyes, haunted by sorrow, met his son’s gaze, and

children missed

were fixed on her as if seeking the solace of her presence. Did she feel their longing? Did she sense the

thought of losing the child in

she

relentless march of uncertainty and worry. Waylen spared no effort, summoning experts from near and far to unlock

became a sanctuary of vigil, her name a constant whisper in the air, a plea for her to rejoin the world of the living. Yet Rena remained trapped in the realm

a slow and agonizing passage of time that left Rena’s family on

a pivotal consultation unfolded, the corridor enveloped in an icy chill that mirrored the uncertainty that hung

and trousers, stood

“It has been six days. Our intensive examinations have revealed that the fetus’s heart rate within Mrs. Fowler’s womb is steadily declining. If she doesn’t awaken within the next forty-eight hours, both the

words bore down on Waylen, his grip

you just say?” he demanded, his voice quaking with a mixture

in the face of Waylen’s emotion, met his gaze

tense silence hanging in the air. Eventually, Waylen released his grip on the doctor’s collar, his voice a mere whisper. “I

doctor’s voice remained steady as he said, “Consider the

by the cold night, his gaze fixed on the swirling snowflakes beyond the

seemed to mirror

possibility of a

fear, and a fierce

flame that seemed to mirror his own flickering

through the air. “Have the

a warm towel from his mother’s hand and began to tenderly wipe Rena’s face. His voice, soft and raw,

threatened to spill as she listened to her son’s

Waylen continued to wipe Rena’s face, his voice a whisper that carried a promise. “Even though I forgot our past, I know one thing for certain. I love

hesitated, the thought of treacherous mountain

God before, but now I have no choice. Since he can figure out the past and foretell future, he must have a

Waylen had to be in dire straits, even if he had to trade his life for