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 the

Rena was to him. Leaving him to wrestle with his

Waylen and Juliette anxiously awaited news

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

the hospital corridor standing witness to their

emergency room finally opened four hours later, it was as

my wife?” Waylen

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

Waylen was slightly stunned.

an additional layer of gravity. “Given that Mrs. Fowler is also pregnant, it’s imperative that we monitor her condition closely.

Waylen’s voice was tinged with

tomorrow morning. We will pay close attention to her

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

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

said softly, “Mom,

tired of him and

her better, would she

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

her gown showcased her pregnancy, a poignant reminder of

face bore the remnants of her ordeal, marked by the

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

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

ask the Moore family’s members

silently, tears still

family a big favor and they couldn’t leave Harrison

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

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

continued to overflow, his anguished gaze fixed on her

remained ensconced in a realm

doctor said, her body had fallen into dormancy. Her dreams were untroubled by

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

gaze wandered toward 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

brushed Rena’s cheek tenderly, her skin cool

to overcome him. Tears welled

voice heavy with anguish, “Rena, the doctor speaks of your potential awakening tomorrow morning, but I cannot bear even a moment’s

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

body temperature seemed

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

returned to the hospital, exhaustion etched

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

his head, his eyes

a gesture of concern from Korbyn who recognized the toll Waylen’s vigil had taken. “Your mother is

touch meant to reassure. He urged, “You’ve suffered blood loss and exhaustion. You must eat, for you cannot care for Rena on an empty

the bed to keep her company. He continued to talk

kids and wanted

as well. If it was him who

brought with it a pang of anticipation. Yet, the sorrow etched on his face conveyed

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

to be affected. But if the coma persists, it

the air, Rena’s fate precariously

in a heavy silence that only the sound of

approached the window, his own heart

Thinking of what might happen

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

clouded with unshed tears, met Waylen’s

with emotion, sought

for one another. Don’t let doubts plague your

Waylen’s throat tightened.

form as he smoothed away a strand of hair on her forehead. They just fell in Love with

second felt like an eternity, a relentless punishment for a heart

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

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

husband and father to their children loomed heavy, his heart yearning for a reunion that seemed

through Waylen’s grasp Like grains of

features, his once-vibrant cheeks

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

bed. Alexis, her eyes brimming with unshed tears,

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

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

to fully comprehend, babbled the word

heart aching, gathered Marcus in his arms, holding the child close. His eyes, haunted by sorrow, met his son’s gaze, and in that shared moment, they

missed Rena

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

of losing the child in

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

spared no effort, summoning experts

ward became a sanctuary of vigil, her name a constant whisper in the air, a plea for her to rejoin the world of the

and went, a slow and agonizing passage of time that left

corridor enveloped in an icy chill that mirrored

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

days. Our intensive examinations have revealed that the fetus’s heart rate within Mrs. Fowler’s womb is steadily declining. If she

down on Waylen,

say?” he demanded, his voice quaking

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

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

voice remained steady as he said, “Consider the option, Mr.

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

continued to fall, as relentless as time itself, an unending cascade of white that seemed to

grappling with the unbearable possibility of a future without Rena. What if she never woke? How

fear, and a fierce

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

the kids returned?” Tears glistened in Juliette’s eyes as she nodded. “Yes. Cecilia

wipe Rena’s face. His voice, soft and raw, filled the room.

spill as she listened

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

of treacherous mountain roads blanketed by

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

dire straits, even if he had to