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

son’s anguish, she understood how important Rena was to him.

agonizingly slow as Waylen and

the minutes stretching into an unbearable tapestry

had already passed, the hospital

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

is my wife?”

suffer a moderate concussion

Waylen was slightly stunned.

that we monitor her

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

tomorrow morning. We will

room, leaving Waylen and Juliette to grapple with their

Juliette helped him up and said in a crying voice, “You have to hold on, Waylen! Rena will wake up

Waylen said softly, “Mom, I should have

Rena tired of him and their

her better,

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

her pregnancy, a

of her ordeal, marked by

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

dance of grief, her heart heavy with the weight

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

tears still cascading down

family owed the Moore family a big favor

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

my regrets run deep. I should never have allowed you to attend the premiere. If I could turn back

to overflow, his anguished gaze

ensconced in a realm of

into dormancy. Her

darkness, the sky painted with obsidian hues

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

cheek tenderly,

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

neck as he whispered, his voice heavy with anguish, “Rena, the doctor speaks of your potential awakening tomorrow morning, but I cannot bear even

might mean missing the exact moment her eyelids fluttered open. As the hours gave way to dawn,

seemed

stark reminder of the world’s

hospital, exhaustion etched on

bedside, his gaze

head, his eyes never Leaving Rena’s

“Your mother is tending to the children.

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

on the edge of the bed to keep her

kids and wanted her

could not persuade Waylen as well. If it was him who was involved in this accident, he

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

his seat, his question punctuated by the weight of his concern. “Doctor,

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

fate precariously balanced on the edge of

heavy silence that only the

his own heart weighed down by the situation’s

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

unshed tears, met

with

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 with each other. How could she abandon

each second felt like an eternity, a relentless

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

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

their children loomed heavy, his heart yearning for a reunion

days slipping through Waylen’s grasp Like grains of sand in

his once-vibrant cheeks now hollowed by the weight

had taken on him. Keeping the truth from their children was an impossible task. Cecilia took on the

lying on the bed. Alexis, her eyes brimming with unshed tears,

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

glistening with tears, reached out to touch

babbled

his arms, holding the child close. His eyes, haunted by sorrow, met

missed Rena

love, were fixed on her as if seeking the solace of her presence. Did she feel their longing? Did she sense the weight of their collective prayers, an unspoken plea

in her belly weighted heavily in Waylen’s

was afraid that when Rena woke up one day, she would be devastated to find out that their baby

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

plea for her to rejoin the world of the living. Yet Rena remained trapped in

a slow and agonizing passage of time that

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

a white shirt and trousers, stood

the 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 doesn’t awaken within the next forty-eight hours, both the baby and

of those words bore down on Waylen, his

demanded, his voice quaking with a

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

the air. Eventually, Waylen

doctor’s voice remained steady as he said, “Consider

himself swallowed by the cold

that seemed to mirror the desolation within Waylen’s heart. He knew

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

and a fierce determination battled within

a cigarette, the ember burned bright, 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?”

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

spill as she listened to her

to wipe Rena’s face, his voice a whisper that carried a promise. “Even though I forgot our

mountain roads blanketed by snow

I have no choice. Since he can

even if he