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

was to

agonizingly slow as Waylen and Juliette anxiously

weighed heavily on their hearts, the minutes

had already passed, the hospital corridor standing

room finally opened four hours later,

is my wife?”

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

Waylen was slightly stunned.

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

way to rouse her?” Waylen’s voice was tinged with

be tomorrow morning. We will pay

leaving Waylen and Juliette to grapple with

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

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

of him

better, would she wake up

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

pregnancy, a poignant reminder of

of her ordeal, marked by the telltale signs

stayed faithfully beside her.

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

the Moore family’s members if

silently, tears still

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

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

to attend the premiere. If I could turn back time, I’d choose to

hot tears continued to overflow,

Rena remained ensconced in

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

draped itself in the shroud of darkness,

gown, and our children must be frolicking in

fingers brushed Rena’s cheek tenderly, her skin

heartbreak threatening to overcome him. Tears welled in his eyes,

grazing her neck as he whispered, his voice

dissipate. Closing his eyes was a risk he couldn’t afford, for it might mean missing the exact moment her

temperature seemed to

arrived, cold and crisp, a stark reminder of the

returned to the hospital, exhaustion etched on

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 Leaving Rena’s

Korbyn who recognized the toll Waylen’s vigil had taken. “Your mother is tending to the children. They don’t know about the accident yet,” Korbyn informed softly, his gaze filled with

Korbyn patted him on the shoulder, a comforting touch meant to reassure. He

the bed to keep her company. He continued to talk

the kids and wanted her to

abnormal, but he could not persuade Waylen as well. If it was

anticipation. Yet,

from his seat, his question 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 persists,

the air, Rena’s fate precariously balanced on

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

his own heart

his beloved daughter-in-law as important as Cecilia in his mind. Thinking of

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

unshed tears, met

with

perfectly matched, destined for one another. Don’t let doubts plague

Waylen’s throat tightened.

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

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

as every minute ticked away, with the world outside wrapped in a blanket of snow, he couldn’t help but feel the weight of time pressing upon

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

Rena’s husband and father to their children loomed heavy, his

slipping through Waylen’s grasp Like grains

once-vibrant cheeks

no concealing the 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 of the hospital to

lying on the bed. Alexis, her eyes brimming with unshed tears, held her emotions in check as she rushed

gentle and heartbreaking, a silent embrace that

his own eyes glistening with tears, reached out to touch Rena’s hand, his fingers tracing patterns of warmth

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

gathered Marcus in his arms, holding the child close. His eyes, haunted by sorrow, met his son’s gaze, and in

missed

were fixed on her as if seeking the solace of her presence. Did

in her belly weighted heavily

that when Rena woke up one day, she would be devastated to find out that

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

world of the living. Yet Rena remained trapped in the realm of unconsciousness, her form lying still,

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

unfolded, the corridor enveloped in an icy chill

and trousers, stood in the sterile

is steadily declining. If she doesn’t awaken within the next forty-eight hours, both the baby and her health will

Waylen, his grip on

just say?” he demanded, his voice quaking with

of Waylen’s emotion, met

in the air. Eventually, Waylen released his grip on the doctor’s collar, his voice a mere whisper. “I

he said, “Consider the option, Mr.

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

fall, as relentless as time itself, an unending cascade of white that seemed to mirror the desolation within Waylen’s heart. He knew how

raced, grappling with the unbearable possibility of a future without Rena. What if she never woke? How could he bear the

fear, and a fierce determination battled within

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

cut through the air. “Have the

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

spill as she listened

though I forgot our past, I know one thing for certain. I love her. Mom, I want

thought of treacherous mountain roads blanketed by snow a

I have no choice. Since he can figure out the

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