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

how important Rena was to him. Leaving him to wrestle with his thoughts, she assumed her vigil outside the emergency

agonizingly slow as Waylen and Juliette anxiously

hearts, the minutes stretching

had already passed, the hospital corridor standing witness to their

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

wife?” Waylen

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 have awakened by now, but her response is curiously absent.

Waylen was slightly stunned.

Fowler is also pregnant, it’s imperative that we monitor her condition closely.

Waylen’s voice was

tomorrow morning. We will

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

wall, as if he had lost all his strength in an instant. Juliette helped him up

softly, “Mom, I should have

of him and

her better, would she wake up

a VIP ward,

gown showcased her pregnancy, a poignant reminder of the fragile life intertwined with her

of her ordeal, marked by the telltale signs

and stayed faithfully beside her.

dance of grief,

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

tears still cascading down her

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

left, there were only two people left in the ward with an oppressive silence settling. A tear fell on

have allowed you to attend the premiere. If I could turn back time,

continued to overflow, his anguished gaze fixed on

Rena remained ensconced in

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

of darkness, the

wandered 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

cheek tenderly, her skin cool to

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

he whispered, his voice heavy with anguish, “Rena, the doctor speaks of your potential

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 dawn, the sun

seemed to

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

the hospital, exhaustion etched on

with the weight of the night’s labor. Silently, he approached Rena’s bedside, his gaze searching for a

his eyes never Leaving

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

to reassure. He urged,

He ate quickly and sat on the edge of the

kids and wanted her to wake

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

a pang of anticipation. Yet, the sorrow etched

his seat, his question punctuated by the

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 edge

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

approached the window, his own heart weighed down by the situation’s

Cecilia in his mind. Thinking of what might happen in

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

with unshed tears,

raw with

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

Waylen’s throat tightened.

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

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

outside wrapped in a blanket of snow, he couldn’t

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

and father to their children loomed heavy,

relentless march, three days slipping through Waylen’s grasp Like grains of sand in

once-vibrant cheeks now hollowed by the weight

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

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

both gentle and heartbreaking,

tears, reached out to touch Rena’s

Marcus, too young to fully comprehend, babbled

arms, holding the child close. His eyes, haunted by sorrow, met his son’s gaze, and in that shared moment, they found

children missed Rena very

innocence and love, were fixed on her as if seeking the solace of her presence. Did she feel their longing? Did she

the child in her belly

one day, she would be devastated to find out

no effort, summoning experts

became 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 still, untouched by the world that

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

a pivotal consultation unfolded, the corridor enveloped in an icy chill that mirrored the uncertainty that hung in

trousers, stood in the sterile corridor, his breath visible

heart rate within Mrs. Fowler’s womb is steadily declining. If she doesn’t awaken within the

bore down on Waylen,

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

of Waylen’s emotion, met his gaze with

Eventually, Waylen released

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

cold night, his gaze fixed on

time itself, an unending cascade of white that seemed to mirror the desolation within Waylen’s heart. He knew how much Rena Loved the

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

a fierce

a cigarette, the ember burned bright, a tiny flame that seemed to mirror his own flickering hope. With the passage

air. “Have the kids returned?” Tears glistened in

and raw, filled the room. “Mom,

threatened to spill as she listened to her

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

mountain roads

Waylen said in a low voice, “I didn’t believe in God before, but now I have no choice. Since he can figure out the past and foretell future, he must have a way to wake up

Waylen had to be in dire straits, even