A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Unbeknownst to Rena, Waylen embarked on a journey to Czanch, his footsteps guided by a purpose hidden in the depths of his heart.

Rena remained in blissful ignorance, the tapestry of her own day woven with the threads of routine.

The private plane touched down gracefully at the stroke of ten, like a phantom of the skies. Waylen’s arrival at the Evans family’ residence was well-timed, shortly before noon, leaving the mansion’s butler utterly surprised by the unexpected guest, Rushing to the grand hall, he announced with urgency, “Mrs. Zoey Evans, Mr, Waylen Fowler has arrived,”

Zoey’s heart raced with curiosity.

“What brings him here today?”

Her unease was rooted in the unresolved tension between their families. Mark, her son, and Waylen’s sister Cecilia had a tangled history that led to the birth of a child. For years, Mark hadn’t given Cecilia a home, and Zoey feared Waylen’s presence might ignite a storm of anger.

The butler hesitated, and then cautiously replied, “He appears troubled.” Zoey’s concern deepened.

At that very moment, Waylen entered, his demeanor unusually deferential, which only served to bewilder Zoey further.

Without delay, he extended his arm to escort Zoey to her room, away from prying eyes. He confided with a faint smile dancing on his lips, “I have something to share with you, in private

Zoey’s playful retort didn’t mask her relief.

“Waylen, what’s with all the secrecy?”

Waylen’s enigmatic smile remained.

When they arrived at the room, he unveiled an aged photograph on the table.

As Zoey donned her reading glasses to study it, she marveled, “This is an old picture of me. How did you manage to find this?”

When she flipped the photo over, her questions dissipated, replaced by a subtle shift in her expression.

Her eyes welled with a complex mix of melancholy and longing for days long gone by.

In fading ink, the reverse side of the photograph bore a message that tugged at Zoey’s heartstrings.

“I miss my beloved Zoey.”

Tears glistened in Zoey’s eyes as she recognized the familiar handwriting.

“Waylen, I recognize this handwriting.”

Her voice quivered, but the tears remained in check.

Waylen’s voice was hushed yet filled with a gentle solemnity.

“Jarrod entrusted this to me. He said… His life’s greatest regret was not having the chance to apologize to you.”

Zoey’s fingers caressed the photograph, and a sigh escaped her lips.

“He didn’t need to do that. Waylen, how is he?

For a fleeting moment, silence hung in the air, an unspoken truth. Zoey knew something bad might have happened to Jarrod.

Placing his hand atop Zoey’s, Waylen gently broke the silence.

“Jarrod has passed away. You were the last person in his thoughts.”

The words lingered, a poignant reminder of life’s fragility.

Zoey’s shock was palpable, yet instead of tears, she gently traced the handwritten words on the photograph.

Hy beloved Zoey.

When Zoey was young, she and Jarrod had been an incredible match, Their connection was undeniable, However, fate had other plans. A bitter feud divided their families. Jarrod’s family vehemently opposed his relationship with Zoey, uttering hurtful words, Zoey, known for her fierce spirit, couldn’t tolerate such discord. She made the bold decision to marry into the Evans family just half a year later.

Jarrod, unable to bear the constraints of his family’s disapproval, chose a different path.

He ran away from home and eventually found himself drawn into the world of psychics,

The ambiance in the room was heavy with silence. Zoey sat, her emotions hidden behind a stoic facade.

No tears, no cries – but Waylen understood the storm brewing within her.

In a hushed voice, Waylen began to share snippets of Jarrod’s history and his connection to the Fowler family. Zoey responded with a nonchalant tone, “I thought he had given up on everything. Yet, in the end, he helped my granddaughter.

For hours, Zoey remained in solitude, lost in her thoughts. Waylen stood by her side, offering silent support.

As evening descended, Mark returned home. He was taken aback to learn that Waylen was in the house.

Upon hearing from a servant that Zoey was in low spirits and that Waylen was with her, Mark decided to head straight to Zoey’s bedroom,

He approached the bedroom door, giving it a gentle knock.

Concern laced his voice as he inquired.

“Mom, why have you locked the door?”

The door creaked open, revealing Waylen.

He quietly closed the door behind him and explained, “Mark, your mother needs some time alone.”

Mark felt a sense of unease wash over him.

He took a few steps away from the door but couldn’t contain his curiosity.

“What’s wrong with my mom?”

Waylen paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully.

“An old friend of your mother’s has passed away.”

Mark’s confusion was palpable.

He racked his brain, but the identity of this old friend remained elusive. After all, the families had once been prominent in their own right, but the past was a distant memory now.

Waylen had originally intended to return to Duefron overnight. He missed Rena and the kids.

However, Mark’s insistence kept him back.

“Zoey isn’t feeling well. Having an extra person in the house might help, and she’s very fond of you.”

Waylen consented.

Mark took it upon himself to prepare a few dishes.

The night air was chilly, and Waylen stood alone in the courtyard, dialing Rena’s number to let her know where he was.

Rena’s gentle voice greeted him when she picked up.

“Dinner is ready, Will you be back for it

Waylen, undoing a button on his coat, whispered, “You and the kids should eat first. I’m away on business, and it might be difficult for me to make it back. If you have trouble sleeping, let Alexis sleep with you. She always likes to snuggle up to you the most.”

no reason to doubt him, She simply

listened to her soft-spoken words, Waylen’s heart swelled

a day, but I

Waylen’s heart did

when Mark interrupted, “You’re with her

phone, grinning. He joined Mark for

a black turtleneck, Waylen*s face flushed a faint red from the

He looked incredibly handsome.

and he asked casually, “When do you

his glass, a bittersweet smile playing on

repeatedly postponing his promise to Cecilia. Thankfully,

Cecilia wasn’t as forward as she used

his busy schedule had always made him unable to address

into his glass. Waylen

a glass of wine for

of them

into the night, Waylen found himself in Rena‘s room, Meanwhile, Mark ventured into Zoey’s room. Zoey had been overcome with grief and barely ate, so Mark took

a few bites,”

you want to visit his grave, I’ll

out of the

“He predicted this ending, yet he chose to go through with it. It must have brought him some peace.

Mark nodded.

sofa in Zoey’s bedroom. In the early hours of the morning, Waylen prepared

to take along some gifts he’d

by the

than Tyrone’s sister, Danna,

few extra glances at Danna. She had an unassuming air

hastily took

white sports car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat and pretended to be

appeared rather frightened

Waylen an

way.

to get to the

Rena onto his lap and

by to

Rena nodded in confirmation.

car race to us. Zack is set to participate in an Fl

Waylen grinned.

still into racing. I reckon Danna’s been spoiling

you too.

Rena continued seriously, “Waylen, I know you prefer to be a lawyer. After I give birth to

halted Rena’s words with a

want to

his wife and children with the best life possible was of

a Lawyer,

he had grown content with his work in the business

The weather outside was chilly, so Rena decided to stay indoors. Instead, she called for Ruth to come to

luxurious villa, she

go and have a chat with her,” the servant said. Ruth nodded in acknowledgment and was led inside

suddenly shifted the moment she

floor, the servant knocked on the study door and announced, “Mrs.

voice emanated softly from

her in,” she

opened, revealing the elegantly decorated

of opulence, Just the sight of

a floral dress, her long brown hair cascading down

a mature and

but think of Waylen when she saw Rena in such a light.

the latter

it. Please, have

a seat across from Rena but felt somewhat

servant and instructed, “Prepare a cup of coffee

coffee, she still couldn’t

had a favor

had a

breath, Ruth

individuals, and she constantly makes things difficult

truth, as long as Ruth was willing to cozy up to those influential figures as Aline had wanted, she might have been able

an upstanding person and was no longer

words, Rena gazed thoughtfully outside the window for a moment. Outside, the snowflakes were falling gracefully once more, casting

her slender finger and traced a delicate

quite a bit of

a bit puzzled by Rena’s sudden

composure, masking her thoughts. She continued in a softer tone, “Even though you work for me now, there’s no reason you

Rena didn’t

warm smile, “These are tickets for next week’s Fl race, I’ve heard the

request,

didn’t want to say too much, She just asked softly, “Are you

nodded firmly. Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in her ear. Ruth was genuinely taken aback by the audacity of Rena’s

Ruth hadn’t expected such a bold move from her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals like Aline, who

lingered a

the yard heralded the arrival of joyous

and

slumbering Marcus, She touched his face

let out a cute cry. Alexis placed a gentle kiss on his rosy cheek and attempted to

inspect Marcus’s diaper and

you’ve wet yourself again! She looked

of this, he wiped Marcus’s bottom with a damp tissue. While

give Alexis a mini-lesson on

get it?”

her tiny hand, Alexis beamed and responded,

with a faint blush, turned

complete, Marcus was carried over to Rena by

hungry,” Alexis informed Rena

Alexis inside out, responded without

of a mother to Marcus, treating him as her little one during their make-believe games. Rena calmly prepared a bottle of milk and fed

turning its pages. Alexis, however, wished to join in the care of Marcus.

to read

scene was one of quiet and familial beauty, and it

sympathy for Rena, who, at such a young age, was left to care for

crossed paths with Aline at a

agent glared at the portly man beside Aline but refrained from voicing his

a miserable

stood before the mirror, leisurely applying a fresh coat of Lipstick, all the

aren’t you, Ruth? You know, I truly wished to make you popular, to see you become a star. But you

and splashed cold water on her

she had regained some semblance of sobriety, she croaked in a hoarse voice, “But consider what you

seductive smile as she leaned against the wall, producing a long, slender cigarette. Her allure