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

much as Juliette empathized with her son’s anguish, she understood how important Rena was to him. Leaving him to wrestle with his thoughts, she

passage of time seemed agonizingly slow as Waylen and Juliette

hearts, the minutes stretching into an unbearable tapestry

passed, the hospital corridor standing witness

room finally opened four hours later,

my wife?” Waylen hurried

of hope in their strained reality, removed his mask and faced 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

Waylen was slightly stunned.

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 could pose a risk to

Waylen’s voice was tinged with desperation, his

tomorrow morning. We will pay close attention to

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

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

said softly, “Mom, I should have treated her

Rena tired of

her better, would she

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

a

her ordeal, marked by the telltale signs of

by her side, disregarded his own injuries and stayed faithfully beside her. He held Rena’s

in a poignant dance of grief, her heart heavy with

said gently, “Mom, can you go ask the Moore family’s

silently, tears still cascading down her

family owed the Moore family a big favor and they couldn’t leave Harrison

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

I could turn back time, I’d choose

tears continued to overflow, his anguished gaze fixed

Rena remained ensconced in a realm of

had fallen into dormancy. Her

shroud of darkness, the sky painted

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

brushed Rena’s cheek tenderly, her skin cool

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

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

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

temperature seemed to be

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

the hospital, exhaustion etched on

bedside, his

shook his head, his

“Your mother is tending to the children. They don’t know about the accident yet,” Korbyn informed softly, his gaze filled with

to reassure. He urged, “You’ve suffered blood

and sat on the edge of the

told her about the kids and wanted

he could not persuade Waylen as well. If it was him who was involved in this accident, he also couldn’t maintain

with it a pang of anticipation. Yet, the sorrow etched on his face conveyed

punctuated by the weight of his concern. “Doctor, what if Rena

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

Rena’s fate precariously balanced on the

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

approached the window, his own heart weighed down

in his mind. Thinking of what might happen

from the shadows. “Mindy once said I have a strong personality that I struggle with forging deep connections.

clouded with unshed tears, met Waylen’s

with emotion, sought

destined for

Waylen’s throat tightened.

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

felt like an eternity, a relentless punishment for a heart

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

on the edge of his emotional resolve. At

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

through Waylen’s grasp Like grains of sand

etched his features, his once-vibrant cheeks now hollowed

the toll Rena’s accident had taken on him. Keeping the truth from their children was an impossible task. Cecilia took on the

creaked open, revealing Rena’s still form lying on the bed. Alexis, her eyes brimming with unshed tears, held her

both gentle and heartbreaking, a silent embrace that spanned

eyes glistening with tears, reached out to touch

too young to fully comprehend, babbled the

holding the child close. His eyes, haunted by sorrow, met his son’s

children missed Rena very

solace of her presence. Did she feel

the child in her belly

afraid that when Rena woke up one day, she would

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

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

came and went, a slow and agonizing passage of time that

corridor

white shirt and trousers, stood in the

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 the baby and her health will be in grave danger. Our

bore down on Waylen, his grip on the

his voice quaking

the face of Waylen’s emotion, met his

a tense silence hanging in the air. Eventually, Waylen released his grip on the

as he said, “Consider the option, Mr.

found himself swallowed by the cold night, his gaze fixed on the swirling snowflakes

white that seemed to mirror the

days had passed, but she remained cocooned in her slumber. Waylen’s mind raced, grappling with the unbearable possibility of

and a fierce determination

he lit a cigarette, the ember burned bright, a tiny flame that seemed to mirror his own flickering hope. With the passage of that cigarette, Waylen returned to Rena’s

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

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

threatened to spill as she listened

promise. “Even though I forgot our past, I know one thing for certain.

hesitated, the thought of treacherous mountain roads blanketed by snow a

before, but now I have no

if Waylen had to be in dire straits, even if