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.

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empathized with her son’s anguish, she understood how important Rena was to him. Leaving

passage of time seemed agonizingly slow as Waylen and Juliette

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

passed, the hospital

hours later,

my wife?” Waylen

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

Waylen was slightly stunned.

it’s imperative that we monitor

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

We

leaving Waylen and Juliette to grapple

him up

said softly, “Mom, I should have

tired of him

he had treated her better,

to a VIP ward, her still

gown showcased her pregnancy, a poignant reminder

bore the remnants of her

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

Juliette was caught in a poignant dance of grief, her

the Moore

silently, tears still cascading down

a big favor

an oppressive silence settling. A tear fell

run 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

emotion as hot tears continued to overflow, his anguished

remained ensconced in a realm

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

darkness,

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 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

emotion surged within him, the weight of his heartbreak threatening to overcome

as he whispered, his voice heavy with anguish, “Rena, the

the exact

temperature seemed to be

a stark reminder of the

returned to the hospital, exhaustion

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. With a hushed murmur, he broke the stillness.

shook his head, his eyes never

“Your mother is tending to the children. They don’t know about the accident yet,” Korbyn

shoulder, a comforting touch meant to reassure. He urged, “You’ve suffered blood loss and exhaustion. You

ate quickly and sat on the edge of the bed to keep her

about the kids and wanted her

as well. If it

with it a pang of anticipation. Yet,

by the weight of his

first to

the air, Rena’s fate precariously balanced

in a heavy silence that only the sound of the

own heart weighed down

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

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

unshed tears, met

raw with emotion, sought to

perfectly matched, destined for one another. Don’t

Waylen’s throat tightened.

a strand of hair on her forehead. They just fell in Love with each other. How could she abandon

eternity, a relentless punishment for a heart caught in

wrapped in a blanket of

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

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 Like grains of sand in an

once-vibrant cheeks now hollowed

Cecilia took on the solemn

brimming with unshed tears, held her emotions in

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

own eyes glistening with tears, reached out to touch Rena’s hand, his

comprehend, babbled the word “mommy,” his voice filled

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

children missed

solace of her presence. Did she

the child in her belly

day, she would be devastated to find

spared no effort, summoning experts from near and far to

a sanctuary 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

passage of time that

corridor

white shirt and trousers, stood

“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 forty-eight hours, both

bore down on Waylen, his grip

just say?” he demanded, his voice quaking with a mixture of fear

of Waylen’s emotion, met his

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

steady as he said, “Consider the option,

found himself swallowed by the cold night, his gaze fixed

an unending cascade of white that seemed to mirror the desolation within Waylen’s heart.

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

and a fierce determination

to mirror his own flickering hope. With the passage of that cigarette, Waylen returned to Rena’s

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

his mother’s hand and began to tenderly wipe Rena’s face. His voice, soft and raw, filled the

tears threatened to spill as she

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

mountain roads blanketed by snow

have no choice. Since he can figure out the past and

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