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

as 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 vigil outside the

time seemed agonizingly slow as Waylen and

the minutes stretching into an unbearable tapestry

passed, the hospital corridor standing witness

the door of the emergency room finally opened four hours later, it was as if the world held its

wife?” Waylen

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 her body

Waylen was slightly stunned.

also pregnant, it’s imperative that we monitor her condition closely. If her coma

Waylen’s voice was tinged with desperation, his vulnerability

be tomorrow morning. We will pay

back into the emergency room, leaving

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

softly, “Mom, I should have treated

tired of him

better, would

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

pregnancy, a poignant reminder of the fragile life

of her ordeal, marked

determined to remain by her side, disregarded his own injuries and stayed faithfully beside her.

dance of grief, her heart

you go ask the Moore

still cascading down her

the Moore family a big favor and they couldn’t leave

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

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

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

in a realm

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

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

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 crisp

Rena’s cheek tenderly, her skin cool

threatening to overcome him.

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

exact moment her eyelids fluttered open. As the hours gave

temperature seemed

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

the hospital, exhaustion etched on

Rena’s bedside, his gaze

head, his eyes

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

patted him on the shoulder, a comforting touch meant to reassure. He urged, “You’ve suffered blood loss and exhaustion. You must eat, for you

ate quickly and sat on the edge of the bed

the kids

was abnormal, but he could not persuade Waylen as well. If it was him who was involved

doctor’s return brought with it a pang of anticipation. Yet, the sorrow etched on his face conveyed the harsh

rose from his seat, his question punctuated by the weight of his

fetus would be the first to be affected. But if the

hung in the air, Rena’s fate precariously balanced on the

silence that only the sound

heart weighed down by

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

strong personality that I struggle with forging deep connections. Dad, is it my fault that

unshed tears,

voice, raw with emotion,

and Rena are perfectly matched, destined for one another. Don’t

Waylen’s throat tightened.

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

eternity, a relentless punishment for a heart

with the world outside wrapped in a blanket of snow,

his emotional resolve. At this time, no one could help him, including

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

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

cheeks now hollowed by the weight of

toll Rena’s accident had taken on him. Keeping the truth from their 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

brimming with

gesture both gentle and heartbreaking, a silent embrace that

with tears, reached out to touch Rena’s hand, his fingers tracing patterns

too young to fully comprehend, babbled the word “mommy,” his voice

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

children missed Rena very

her as if seeking the solace of her presence. Did she feel their longing? Did she sense the

child in her

one day, she would be devastated to find out that their baby

and worry. Waylen spared no effort, summoning

of the living. Yet

passage of time that left Rena’s family on the

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

clad only in a white shirt and trousers, stood in

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 in grave danger. Our unanimous suggestion

down on Waylen, his

you just say?” he demanded, his voice quaking

the face of Waylen’s emotion, met

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

he said,

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

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

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 the weight of a world without

a fierce

to mirror his own flickering hope. With the passage of that

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

mother’s hand and began to tenderly wipe Rena’s face. His voice, soft and raw, filled the room. “Mom, I haven’t been a good husband.

own tears threatened to spill as she listened to her son’s

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

treacherous mountain roads blanketed

Rena’s face, Waylen said 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

had to be in dire straits, even if he had to trade his life for