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.

in

Juliette empathized with her son’s anguish, she understood how important Rena was to him. Leaving him to wrestle

of time seemed agonizingly slow as Waylen and Juliette anxiously awaited news of their

ticking second weighed heavily on their hearts, the minutes stretching into an

already passed, the hospital corridor standing witness to their collective

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

my wife?”

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

Waylen was slightly stunned.

an additional layer of gravity. “Given that Mrs. Fowler is also pregnant, it’s imperative that

voice

pivotal point will be tomorrow morning. We will pay

doctor retreated back into the emergency room, leaving Waylen

if he had lost all his strength in an instant. Juliette helped him up and

head, Waylen said softly, “Mom,

Rena tired of him

treated her better, would she wake up

transferred to a VIP ward, her still form a stark contrast against the sterile

her gown showcased her pregnancy, a poignant reminder of the

her

side, disregarded his own injuries and stayed faithfully beside her. He held Rena’s cold hand

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

you go ask the Moore family’s members

tears still cascading down her

family owed the Moore family a big

only two people left in the ward with an oppressive silence settling. A

to attend the premiere. If I could turn back time, I’d

quivered with emotion as hot tears continued to overflow, his anguished gaze fixed on her still

in a

doctor said, her body had fallen into dormancy. Her dreams were untroubled by his confessions, her heart untouched by his

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

world beyond was shrouded in a veil of heavy snowfall. His voice, gentle and laden with longing, resonated through the 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 snowmen, their laughter ringing

fingers brushed Rena’s cheek tenderly,

his heartbreak threatening to overcome

ache pierced his chest, and he leaned close to Rena, his lips grazing her neck as he whispered, his voice heavy with anguish, “Rena, the doctor speaks of your potential awakening tomorrow morning, but I cannot

missing the exact moment her eyelids fluttered open. As the hours gave way to dawn, the sun cast its golden glow upon the world, but Rena’s slumber remained

body temperature seemed to be

cold and crisp, a stark reminder of the world’s

hospital,

heavy with the weight of the night’s labor. Silently, he approached Rena’s bedside, his gaze searching

shook his head, his eyes never

from Korbyn who recognized the toll Waylen’s vigil had taken. “Your mother is tending to the

meant to reassure. He

and sat on the edge of the bed to keep her

the kids and wanted her to wake

Waylen as well. If it was

it a pang of anticipation. Yet, the sorrow etched

his question punctuated by the weight of

with Waylen’s determination, offered a measured response. “The fetus would be the first to be affected. But if the coma persists, it could have significant consequences on Mrs.

Rena’s fate precariously

silence that only the sound of

approached the window, his own heart weighed down

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

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

with unshed tears, met Waylen’s

voice, raw with

destined for one another. Don’t

Waylen’s throat tightened.

her forehead. They just fell in Love with each other. How could she abandon him?

eternity, a relentless

a

teetering on the edge of his emotional resolve. At this time, no one could help him, including his parents,

of his role as Rena’s husband and father to their children loomed heavy, his

unfurled its relentless march, three days slipping through Waylen’s grasp Like grains of sand in

once-vibrant cheeks now hollowed by the weight

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

Alexis, her eyes brimming with unshed tears, held her emotions in check as she

nestled her head against Rena’s belly, the gesture both gentle and heartbreaking, a silent embrace that spanned the chasm between

tears, reached out to touch Rena’s

comprehend, babbled the word “mommy,” his voice filled with

gathered Marcus in his arms, holding the child close. His eyes, haunted by sorrow, met

missed

seeking the solace of her presence. Did she feel their

child in her belly weighted heavily in Waylen’s

afraid that when Rena woke up one day, she would be devastated to

uncertainty and worry. Waylen spared no effort, summoning experts from near and far

whisper in the air, a plea for her to rejoin the world of the living. Yet Rena remained trapped in the realm of unconsciousness, her form lying still, untouched by the world

came and went, a slow and agonizing passage of time that left Rena’s

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

trousers, stood in the sterile corridor, his

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 baby and her health will be

words bore down on Waylen, his grip on the

voice quaking

Waylen’s emotion, met his

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

he said, “Consider

cold

white that seemed to mirror the desolation within Waylen’s heart. He knew how much Rena Loved the baby, and so

mind raced, grappling with the unbearable possibility of a future without Rena. What if she never woke? How could he bear the weight

a fierce determination battled within

tiny flame that seemed to mirror his own

caring for her. Waylen’s hoarse voice cut through the air. “Have the kids returned?” Tears glistened

began to tenderly wipe Rena’s face. His voice, soft and raw,

tears threatened to spill as she listened

face, his voice a whisper that carried a promise. “Even though I forgot our past, I know one thing for certain. I

hesitated, the thought of treacherous mountain roads blanketed by snow a

“I didn’t believe in God before, but now I have no choice. Since he can figure out the past and

dire straits, even