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

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

seemed agonizingly slow as Waylen and Juliette

their hearts, the minutes stretching into

passed, the hospital corridor standing

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

is my wife?” Waylen hurried

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 curiously absent. It’s as if her body

Waylen was slightly stunned.

pregnant, it’s imperative that we monitor her condition closely. If her coma persists beyond a week, it

her?” Waylen’s voice was tinged

pivotal point will be tomorrow morning. We will pay close attention to her

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

in an instant. Juliette helped him up and said in a crying voice, “You

head, Waylen said softly, “Mom, I should

of

treated her better, would

on, Rena was transferred to a VIP ward,

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

pale face bore the remnants of her ordeal, marked by the telltale signs

by her side, disregarded his own injuries and stayed faithfully beside

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

ask the

nodded silently, tears still cascading down

family a big favor and

people left in the ward with an oppressive silence settling. A tear fell on the back of Rena’s hand, which streamed down from

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

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

Rena remained ensconced in a

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

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

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

brushed Rena’s cheek tenderly, her skin cool

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

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 even a

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 Rena’s

body temperature seemed

and crisp, a stark reminder of the world’s

to the hospital,

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 the stillness. “Has Rena

his eyes

taken. “Your mother is tending to the children. They

on Rena, Korbyn 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 cannot care for Rena

sat on the edge of the bed to

kids and wanted

but he could not persuade Waylen as well. If it

doctor’s return brought with it a pang of anticipation. Yet, the sorrow etched

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

doctor, faced with Waylen’s determination, offered a measured response. “The fetus would be the first to be affected. But

fate precariously balanced on the edge of

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

heart weighed

daughter-in-law as important as Cecilia in his mind. Thinking of what might happen in the future, he

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

eyes, clouded with unshed tears,

with emotion, sought

and Rena are perfectly matched, destined for

Waylen’s throat tightened.

gaze never left Rena‘s slumbering form as he smoothed away a strand of hair on her forehead. They

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

in a blanket of

stood on the precipice of his endurance, teetering on the edge of his emotional resolve. At

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

three days slipping through Waylen’s grasp

cheeks

Cecilia took on the solemn duty of explaining their mother’s situation to them, guiding them through the somber halls of the hospital

door 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 her

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

touch Rena’s hand, his fingers tracing patterns

comprehend, babbled the word “mommy,” his voice

the child close. His eyes, haunted by sorrow, met his son’s gaze, and in that

missed

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 in Waylen’s

afraid that when Rena woke up one day, she

uncertainty and worry. Waylen spared no effort, summoning experts from near and far to unlock the puzzle of her

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 lying

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

a pivotal consultation unfolded, the corridor enveloped in an icy chill

and trousers, stood in the sterile corridor,

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

Waylen, his grip

his voice quaking with

Waylen’s emotion, met his gaze

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

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

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 mirror the desolation within Waylen’s heart. He knew how much Rena Loved the

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

and a fierce determination battled within

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

mother-in-law, was diligently caring for her. Waylen’s hoarse voice cut through the air. “Have the kids returned?” Tears glistened in Juliette’s eyes as she nodded. “Yes. Cecilia has taken them

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 a good husband. I could do nothing but

threatened to spill as she listened

that carried a promise. “Even though I forgot our past, I know one thing for certain. I love her. Mom, I want to find

treacherous mountain roads blanketed by snow

no choice.

even if he had to trade his