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.

in the

important Rena was to him. Leaving

agonizingly slow as Waylen and Juliette anxiously awaited news of their Loved

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

already passed, the hospital corridor standing

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

my wife?”

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 has entered a state of slumber, a form of self-preservation.”

Waylen was slightly stunned.

“Given that Mrs. Fowler is also pregnant, it’s imperative that we monitor her condition closely. If her coma persists

rouse her?” Waylen’s voice

We will pay close attention to her

room, leaving

against the wall, as if he had lost all his strength in an instant. Juliette helped him up and said in a crying

head, Waylen said softly, “Mom, I should have treated her

of him and their

had treated her better,

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

gown showcased her pregnancy, a

of her ordeal, marked by the telltale

and stayed faithfully beside her. He held Rena’s cold

dance of

“Mom, can you go ask the Moore family’s members if

silently, tears still cascading down

big favor and

an oppressive silence settling. A tear fell on the back of Rena’s hand, which

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 our

tears continued to overflow, his anguished gaze fixed on her still

Rena remained ensconced in a realm of

dormancy. Her

the shroud of darkness, the sky painted with obsidian

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 fashion snowmen, their laughter ringing through the crisp

brushed Rena’s cheek tenderly, her skin cool to

to overcome him.

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

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

temperature seemed to be

stark reminder of the world’s relentless

the hospital, exhaustion etched on

its fabric heavy with the weight of the night’s labor. Silently, he approached Rena’s bedside, his

his eyes

is tending to the children. They don’t know about the accident yet,” Korbyn informed softly,

fixated 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

the edge of the bed to keep her company. He

her about the kids and wanted

he could not persuade Waylen as well.

anticipation. Yet,

seat, his question punctuated by the weight

measured response. “The fetus would be the first to be affected. But if the coma persists, it could have significant consequences on Mrs. Fowler’s

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

doctor departed, leaving the room immersed in a heavy silence that only the sound of the snowflakes genty falling could be

heart weighed down by

his mind. Thinking of what might happen in the future, he couldn’t help

have a strong personality that I

clouded with unshed tears, met Waylen’s

voice, raw with emotion,

matched, destined for

Waylen’s throat tightened.

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

felt like an eternity, a relentless punishment for a heart caught in

wrapped in a blanket of snow, he couldn’t help but feel the

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

husband and father to their children loomed heavy, his heart yearning for a reunion that seemed to elude

its relentless march, three days slipping through Waylen’s

his once-vibrant cheeks now hollowed

was an impossible task. Cecilia took on the solemn duty of explaining their mother’s situation to them, guiding them through the somber

Rena’s still form lying on the bed. Alexis, her eyes brimming

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

with tears, reached out to touch

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

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

children missed

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

of losing the child in her

was afraid that when Rena woke up one day, she would be devastated to

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

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 spin around

of time that left Rena’s family on the precipice of

the clock struck ten in the evening, a 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 the sterile corridor,

steadily

bore down on Waylen,

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

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

moment stretched between them, a tense silence hanging in the air. Eventually, Waylen released his grip on the doctor’s collar, his voice a mere whisper. “I

voice remained steady as he said, “Consider the

darkened corridor, Waylen found himself swallowed by the cold night, his gaze fixed on the

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

possibility of a future without Rena. What

fear, and a fierce determination battled

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

Rena’s 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

face. His voice, soft and raw, filled the room. “Mom, I haven’t been a good husband.

spill as she listened to her

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

mountain

now I have no choice. Since he can figure out the past and foretell future, he

to be in dire straits, even if he had to trade