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

son’s anguish, she understood how important Rena was to

passage of time seemed agonizingly slow as Waylen

heavily on their hearts, the minutes stretching into

had already passed, the hospital corridor standing witness to their collective

emergency room finally opened four hours later, it was as if

wife?” Waylen hurried

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,

Waylen was slightly stunned.

revelation held an additional layer of 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

rouse her?” Waylen’s voice was tinged with desperation, his vulnerability laid

be tomorrow morning. We will

room, leaving Waylen and Juliette to grapple

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

his head, Waylen said softly, “Mom,

Rena tired of him

her better, would she wake up

a VIP ward,

showcased her pregnancy, a poignant reminder of the fragile life intertwined with her

remnants of her ordeal, marked

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

poignant dance of

go ask the Moore family’s members if they

nodded silently, tears still

family a big favor and they

with an oppressive silence settling. A

my regrets run deep. I should never have allowed you to attend the premiere. If I

hot tears continued to overflow, his anguished

ensconced in a realm

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

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

snowy gown, and our children must be frolicking in

cheek tenderly,

threatening to overcome him. Tears

his lips grazing her neck as he whispered, his voice heavy

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.

temperature seemed to

and crisp, a stark reminder of the

returned to the hospital, exhaustion etched

its fabric heavy with 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

his eyes never Leaving

toll Waylen’s vigil had taken. “Your mother is tending to the children. They don’t know about the accident yet,” Korbyn informed softly, his gaze filled

still fixated on Rena, Korbyn patted him on the shoulder, a comforting touch meant to reassure. He urged, “You’ve suffered blood loss

quickly and sat on the edge of the bed to

the kids

Waylen as well.

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

the weight of his concern.

“The fetus would be the first to be affected. But if the coma persists, it could have significant consequences on

precariously balanced on

departed, leaving the room immersed in a heavy silence that only

the window, his own heart weighed down by the

as Cecilia in his mind. Thinking of what might happen in the future,

have a strong personality that I struggle with forging deep connections. Dad, is it

with unshed tears,

with emotion, sought to

Rena are perfectly matched, destined for

Waylen’s throat tightened.

on her forehead. They just fell in Love with each other.

passage of each second felt like an eternity,

wrapped in a

on 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, and even

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

its relentless march, three days slipping through Waylen’s grasp

his once-vibrant cheeks now hollowed

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 hospital

creaked open, revealing Rena’s still form lying on the bed. Alexis, her eyes brimming with unshed tears, held her emotions in check as she rushed to

Rena’s belly, the gesture both gentle and heartbreaking, a silent embrace that

reached out to touch Rena’s hand, his fingers tracing patterns of warmth

too young to fully comprehend, babbled the

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

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

losing the child in her belly

one day, she would be devastated to

spared no effort, summoning experts from near and far to unlock

name a constant whisper in the air, a plea for her to rejoin the world of the living. Yet Rena remained trapped in the realm of unconsciousness, her form

went, a slow and agonizing passage of time that

the corridor enveloped in an icy chill that mirrored the uncertainty that hung in the

stood in the sterile corridor, his breath

doctor’s words pierced the silence. “It 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 within the next

on Waylen, his grip on the

he demanded, his voice quaking with

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

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

steady as he said, “Consider

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

but she remained 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 the weight of

fear, and a fierce determination battled within

mirror his own flickering hope. With the passage

diligently caring for her. Waylen’s hoarse voice cut through the air. “Have the kids returned?” Tears glistened in Juliette’s eyes as she

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

to spill as she listened to

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,

mountain roads

believe in God before, but now I have no choice. Since he can figure out the past

be in dire straits, even if