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.”

he was on a business trip, and Rena had no reason to doubt him, She simply wished him well and

words, Waylen’s heart swelled with longing.

a day, but I

Waylen’s heart did

more when Mark interrupted, “You’re with her every day, and now you can’t stand one day without

grinning. He joined Mark for a

his coat, revealing a black turtleneck, Waylen*s face flushed a faint red from

He looked incredibly handsome.

“When do you

bittersweet smile playing

postponing his promise to Cecilia. Thankfully, danger

Cecilia wasn’t

had always

glass. Waylen was delighted to

a glass

of them continued to

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

at least have a few bites,” Mark urged

you want to visit his grave, I’ll go

shook her head and gazed out of the window at the

murmured, “He predicted this ending, yet he chose to go through with it. It must

Mark nodded.

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

asked him to take along some gifts

was nearly noon by the time Waylen

was none other than Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened to be Zack’s wife. Tyrone had been Waylen’s most formidable

had an unassuming air about her and seemed somewhat

Danna hastily took her

Waylen unbuttoned his coat and pretended to be

appeared rather

shot Waylen

gazing at Danna in such a way. It was no

rush to get to the

Rena onto

Danna come by to

Rena nodded in confirmation.

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

Waylen grinned.

and still into racing. I

asked, “Are you jealous? I spoil you too. When

prefer to be a lawyer. After I give birth to

a

want to be your

his wife and children with

Waylen’s dream had been to become a Lawyer, but now, his entire dream

grown content with his work in the

Rena decided to stay indoors. Instead, she called for Ruth

drove over and, upon arriving at the luxurious villa,

Powell, please go and have a chat with her,” the

shifted the moment she entered the Luxurious villa once

the second floor, the servant knocked on the study door and

voice emanated softly

her in,” she

door opened, revealing

of opulence, Just the sight of

a floral dress, her long brown

mature and

saw Rena in such a light.

she was sizing up Rena, the latter lifted her

glad you could make it. Please,

across from Rena but felt

instructed, “Prepare a cup of

her coffee, she

a favor to ask of

initially worked for Aline, but Aline had a strong dislike for her and

breath, Ruth couldn’t contain

several prominent individuals, and she constantly makes things difficult for me. During the last

to cozy up to those influential

be an upstanding person and was no longer inclined to engage

Outside, the snowflakes were falling gracefully once more, casting a serene, wintry blanket over

finger and traced a

of snow

puzzled by Rena’s sudden mention

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

Rena didn’t elaborate

offered a warm smile, “These are tickets for next week’s

request, Ruth nodded in

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

for a few seconds and nodded firmly. Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered

bold move from her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals like Aline, who

lingered a

car approaching the yard heralded the

long, Alexis and

room and gently awakened the peacefully slumbering Marcus, She touched his face with her cold

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

frowned. He reached over to inspect Marcus’s diaper

you’ve wet yourself again! She looked expectantly at

pants and replacing them with fresh ones, In the midst of this, he wiped Marcus’s bottom with a damp tissue. While attending to these tasks, he

Alexis a mini-lesson

get it?”

beamed and responded, “Leonel, I have you to help

gaze towards Alexis and, with a faint

change was complete, Marcus was carried over to Rena by

hungry,” Alexis

Alexis inside out, responded without missing

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

its pages. Alexis, however, wished to

Alexis to read alongside

one of quiet and familial beauty,

the villa, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for Rena, who, at such a young age, was left to care for the children. Yet, upon reflection, she realized that Rena had made this choice herself. Rena had wealth,

paths with

sure Ruth had a bit too much to drink. Ruth’s agent glared at the portly man beside Aline but refrained

was a

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

seems you’re facing quite the hardship after betraying me, aren’t you, Ruth? You know, I truly wished to make you popular, to see you become

the tap and splashed cold water on her face,

of sobriety, she croaked in a hoarse voice, “But consider what you asked me to do. Waylen

lips curled into a seductive smile as she leaned against the wall, producing