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

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

agonizingly slow as Waylen and Juliette

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

hospital corridor

opened four hours later, it was as if the world held its

my wife?” Waylen

Waylen‘’s questioning 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 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

Waylen was slightly stunned.

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 could pose

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

will be tomorrow morning. We will pay close attention

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

him up and said in a crying voice, “You have to hold on,

said softly, “Mom,

Rena tired of him and

her better, would she

stretched on, Rena was transferred to a VIP ward, her still form a stark contrast against the sterile

a poignant reminder of the fragile life

pale face bore the remnants of her

stayed faithfully beside her.

was caught in a poignant dance of grief, her heart heavy with

go ask the Moore family’s members

still

Moore family a big favor

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

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

hot tears continued to overflow, his

in a realm of

dormancy. Her dreams were untroubled

itself in the shroud of darkness,

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 milk and watch as our little ones

brushed Rena’s cheek tenderly, her skin cool to the

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

pierced his chest, and he leaned close to Rena, his lips grazing her neck as he whispered, his voice heavy with anguish,

clung to him, 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,

seemed to be

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

to the hospital, exhaustion etched

shed his frost-kissed coat, 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.

head, his eyes

the toll Waylen’s vigil had taken. “Your mother is tending to the children. They don’t know about the accident

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

the edge of the bed to keep her company. He continued to

about the kids and wanted her to

knew that Waylen’s mental condition was abnormal, but he could not persuade Waylen as well. If it was him who was involved in this accident, he

a pang of anticipation. Yet,

question punctuated by the

“The fetus would be the first to

Rena’s fate precariously balanced on the edge of her

in a heavy silence that only the sound of the snowflakes genty falling could

approached the window, his own heart weighed down by the situation’s

Cecilia in his mind. Thinking

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

unshed tears, met Waylen’s

voice, raw with emotion, sought

and Rena are perfectly matched, destined for one another. Don’t let doubts plague your

Waylen’s throat tightened.

strand of hair on her forehead. They just fell in Love

eternity, a relentless

the quiet moments as every minute ticked away, with the world outside wrapped in a blanket of

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

his role as Rena’s husband and father to their children loomed heavy, his heart yearning

march, three days slipping through Waylen’s

features, his once-vibrant 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

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

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

own eyes glistening with tears, reached out to touch

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

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

children missed Rena very

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

in her belly weighted heavily

one day, she would be

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

vigil, her 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 lying still, untouched by the world that continued to

agonizing passage of time that left Rena’s

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

white shirt and trousers, stood in the sterile corridor, his

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

of those words bore down on Waylen, his grip on the doctor’s collar tightening

say?” he demanded, his voice quaking with a

of Waylen’s emotion,

Eventually, Waylen released his grip on the doctor’s

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

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

cascade of white that seemed to mirror the desolation within Waylen’s heart. He knew how much Rena Loved the baby, and

had passed, 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

a tiny flame that seemed to mirror his own flickering hope. With the passage

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

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 watch Rena

threatened to spill as she

face, his voice a whisper that carried a promise. “Even though I forgot our past, I know one thing

the thought of treacherous mountain roads

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

Waylen had to be in dire straits, even