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 the

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

Waylen and Juliette

on their hearts, the minutes stretching into an

had already passed, the hospital corridor

hours later, it was as

is my wife?” Waylen hurried

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

Waylen was slightly stunned.

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

to rouse her?” Waylen’s voice

will be tomorrow morning. We will

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

had lost all his strength in an instant. Juliette helped him up and said in a crying voice, “You

head, Waylen said softly, “Mom,

tired of him

her better,

VIP ward, her still form

her gown showcased her pregnancy, a poignant reminder

her ordeal, marked

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

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

go ask the Moore family’s members if they need any

silently, tears still

big favor and they couldn’t

the ward with an oppressive silence settling. A tear fell on the back

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

hot tears continued to overflow, his anguished gaze fixed on her

Rena remained ensconced in a

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

in the shroud of darkness, the sky painted with obsidian

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 through the

tenderly, her skin cool to the

of his heartbreak threatening to overcome him. Tears welled in his eyes,

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 bear

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 its golden glow upon the world, but

seemed to

and crisp, a stark reminder of

hospital, exhaustion etched

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

head, his eyes

“Your mother is tending to the children.

a comforting touch meant to reassure. He urged, “You’ve suffered

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

the kids

well. If it was him who was involved in this accident, he also couldn’t

brought with it a pang of anticipation. Yet, the

by the weight

fetus would be the first to be affected. But

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

the room immersed in a heavy silence that only the sound of the snowflakes genty falling could

the window, his own heart weighed

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

“Mindy once said I have a strong personality that I struggle with

unshed tears, met

with

matched, destined for one another. Don’t let doubts

Waylen’s throat tightened.

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

passage of each second felt like an eternity, a relentless punishment for

quiet moments as every minute ticked away, with the world outside wrapped in a blanket of snow, he couldn’t help but

resolve. At this time, no one could help him,

loomed heavy, his heart yearning for a

slipping through Waylen’s grasp Like grains of sand in an

his once-vibrant cheeks now hollowed by the weight

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

Alexis, her eyes brimming with

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

his own eyes glistening with tears, reached out to touch Rena’s hand,

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

his arms, holding the child close. His eyes, haunted by sorrow, met his son’s gaze, and in that shared moment, they found solace in one

missed Rena

eyes, brimming with innocence and love, were fixed on her as if seeking the solace of her presence. Did she feel their longing? Did she sense

in her belly weighted heavily

up one day, she would be devastated to find out

a relentless march of uncertainty and worry. Waylen spared no

her to rejoin the world of the living. Yet Rena remained trapped in

agonizing passage of time that left Rena’s family on

in the evening, a pivotal consultation unfolded, the corridor enveloped in an

white shirt and trousers, stood in the sterile corridor, his breath visible

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

on Waylen, his grip on

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

the face of Waylen’s emotion, met

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.

steady as he

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

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

possibility of a future

fear, and a fierce determination battled within

the ember burned bright, a tiny flame that seemed to mirror his own flickering

mother-in-law, was diligently caring for her. Waylen’s hoarse voice cut through the air. “Have the

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

own tears threatened to spill as she

“Even though I forgot our past, I know one thing for certain. I love her. Mom, I want

thought of treacherous mountain roads blanketed by

didn’t believe in God before, but now I have no choice. Since he can figure out the past and foretell future, he must have a way

straits, even if he had to trade