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

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

time seemed agonizingly slow as Waylen and Juliette anxiously awaited

ticking second weighed heavily on their hearts, the minutes stretching

the hospital corridor standing witness

the door of the emergency room finally opened four hours later,

is my wife?”

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,

Waylen was slightly stunned.

imperative that we monitor her condition closely. If her coma persists beyond a week, it could pose a

voice was tinged with desperation, his

pivotal point will be tomorrow morning. We

back into the emergency room, leaving Waylen and Juliette to grapple with

helped him up and said in a crying voice, “You have to hold on, Waylen! Rena will wake up soon.

said softly, “Mom, I should have treated her

of

had treated her better, would she wake

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

her gown showcased her pregnancy, a poignant reminder of the fragile

face bore the remnants of her ordeal, marked by the telltale signs of

and stayed faithfully beside her. He held Rena’s cold hand with his eyes fixated on

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

said gently, “Mom, can you go ask the Moore

nodded silently, tears still cascading down her

big favor and they couldn’t

people left in the ward with an oppressive silence settling. A tear fell on

I could turn back time, I’d choose to hold

emotion as hot tears continued to overflow, his anguished gaze fixed on

ensconced in

body had fallen into dormancy. Her dreams

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

wears a snowy gown, and our children must be frolicking in delight. Rena, if you could awaken, I’d take you

tenderly, her skin cool to

heartbreak threatening to overcome him.

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 bear even a

for it might mean missing the exact moment her eyelids fluttered open. As the

seemed to

and crisp, a stark reminder of

the hospital, exhaustion etched on his

Rena’s bedside, his gaze searching for a sign of change. With a hushed murmur, he broke the

his head, his

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 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 to talk to

told her about the kids and wanted her to wake

that Waylen’s mental condition was abnormal, but he could not persuade Waylen as well. If it was him who was

it a pang of anticipation. Yet, the sorrow etched on

seat, his question punctuated by the

determination, offered a measured response. “The fetus would be the first to be affected. But if the coma persists, it could have significant

Rena’s fate precariously

silence that only the sound of the snowflakes genty

heart weighed down by the

beloved daughter-in-law as important as Cecilia in his mind. Thinking of what might happen in

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

with unshed tears, met

raw with

are perfectly matched, destined for one

Waylen’s throat tightened.

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

each second felt like an eternity,

away, with the world outside wrapped in a blanket of snow, he couldn’t help but

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

loomed heavy, his heart

through Waylen’s

his once-vibrant cheeks

children was an impossible task. Cecilia took on the solemn duty of explaining their mother’s situation to them, guiding them through the somber halls of the hospital

revealing Rena’s still form lying on the bed. Alexis, her eyes brimming with unshed tears, held her emotions in

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

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

Marcus, too young to fully comprehend, babbled the

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

missed

solace of her presence. Did she feel their longing? Did she sense the weight of their collective prayers, an unspoken plea for

in her belly weighted

one day, she

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

of the living. Yet Rena remained trapped in the realm of unconsciousness, her

and went, a slow and agonizing passage of time that left Rena’s family on the precipice of

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

only in a white shirt and trousers, stood in the sterile corridor, his

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,

words bore down on Waylen, his

his voice quaking with

of Waylen’s emotion, met his gaze with

air. Eventually, Waylen released

he said, “Consider the

darkened corridor, Waylen found himself swallowed by the cold night, his gaze fixed on

as relentless as time itself, an unending cascade of white that seemed to mirror the desolation within Waylen’s heart. He knew how much

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

fear, and a fierce determination

a tiny flame that seemed to mirror his

air. “Have the kids returned?” Tears glistened in Juliette’s eyes

voice, soft and raw, filled the room. “Mom, I haven’t been a good

tears threatened to spill as she

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 her. Mom, I

of treacherous mountain roads blanketed by

in God before, but now I have no

dire straits, even if he had to