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

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

slow as Waylen and Juliette

on their hearts, the minutes stretching into an unbearable tapestry of

passed, the hospital

room finally opened four hours later, it was as

wife?” Waylen

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

Waylen was slightly stunned.

gravity. “Given that Mrs. Fowler is also pregnant, it’s imperative that we monitor her

Waylen’s voice was tinged

morning. We will pay close attention to her

into the emergency room, leaving Waylen and Juliette to grapple with their own fears

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

“Mom, I should

tired of him and

had treated her better,

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

pregnancy, a poignant reminder of the fragile life intertwined with

of her ordeal, marked by the telltale signs of

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

the room, Juliette was caught in a poignant dance of grief, her

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

tears still

a big

in the ward with an oppressive silence

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

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

Rena remained ensconced in a realm of

fallen into dormancy. Her dreams were untroubled by his confessions, her heart untouched by

of darkness, the sky painted with obsidian hues and sparkling

the window, where the 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

cheek tenderly, her skin cool to

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

voice heavy with anguish, “Rena, the doctor speaks of your potential awakening tomorrow morning,

relentless 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 its golden glow upon the world, but

body temperature seemed

a stark reminder

hospital, exhaustion etched

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

his head, his

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,”

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

sat on the edge of the bed to

told her about the kids and wanted

persuade Waylen as well. If

brought with it a pang of anticipation. Yet, the sorrow

by the weight of his concern. “Doctor, what if

would be the first to be affected. But

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

doctor departed, leaving the room immersed in a heavy silence that only the sound of the snowflakes genty falling could be

his own heart

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

a strong personality that I struggle with

unshed

voice, raw with emotion, sought to

for one another. Don’t let doubts

Waylen’s throat tightened.

gaze never left Rena‘s slumbering form as he smoothed away a strand of hair on her forehead. They just fell in Love with each other. How could she abandon him? How long

second felt like an eternity, a relentless punishment

minute ticked away, with the world outside wrapped in a blanket of snow, he

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

of his role as Rena’s husband and father to their children loomed heavy, his heart yearning for a reunion that seemed to elude his

march, three days slipping through Waylen’s grasp

etched his features, his once-vibrant cheeks

children was an impossible task. Cecilia took on

brimming with

the gesture both gentle

eyes glistening with tears, reached out to touch

Marcus, too young to fully comprehend, babbled the word

by sorrow, met his son’s gaze, and in that shared moment, they found solace in

missed Rena very

seeking the solace of her presence. Did she

thought of losing the child in her belly weighted heavily in

when Rena woke up one day, she would be devastated to find out that their

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

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

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

clock struck ten in the evening, a pivotal consultation unfolded, the corridor

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

Fowler’s womb is steadily declining. If she doesn’t awaken within the next forty-eight hours,

Waylen, his

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

face of Waylen’s emotion, met his gaze with calm

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

he said, “Consider the

cold night, his gaze fixed on the swirling snowflakes beyond

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

cocooned in her slumber. Waylen’s mind raced, grappling with the unbearable possibility of a future without Rena. What if she never woke? How could he bear

fierce

flame that seemed to mirror his own flickering hope.

was diligently caring for her. Waylen’s hoarse voice cut through the air. “Have the

took a warm towel from his mother’s hand and began to tenderly wipe Rena’s face. His voice, soft and raw, filled the room. “Mom, I haven’t been

own tears threatened to spill as she

a promise. “Even though I forgot our past, I know one

mountain roads

in a low voice, “I 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 to wake up

to be in dire straits, even if he had to trade