A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Raphael approached and tenderly dabbed at her tears with a tissue.

Softly, he inquired, “Are you thinking about your mother?”

Setting aside the photo album she found in her parents’ home, Elissa composed herself.

She nodded, her voice heavy with grief.

“I can’t shake the thought.

If I had persuaded my mother to stay that day, would things have turned out differently?”

Raphael knelt beside her, tenderly placing a hand on her belly.

After a pause, he spoke up softly.

“But if she had stayed, she might have lived her whole Life in resentment and anger, never finding true closure, let alone happiness.

I’m not justifying her decision, but what’s done is done, and we can’t change it.

It’s not your fault.

Please, don’t blame yourself, alright?”

Elissa cast her gaze downward, meeting his eyes.

She stared at him for a moment before tears welled in her eyes and spilled over.

The nagging thought persisted that she could have altered the course of events.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Raphael enveloped her in a tight embrace as they both succumbed to grief.

With their parents gone, they both understood the pain and found comfort in each other’s arms.

Elissa sobbed softly, her voice choked with anguish.

“It still hurts,” she confessed.

Raphael offered soothing words of comfort.

At that moment, he had a profound realization that the person in his embrace was his wife, and they were meant to support each other for a lifetime.

Meanwhile, Brantley, unable to sleep, ventured to their door in the quiet of the night.

Witnessing Elissa’s heartrending tears, Brantley’s own sadness swelled.

Despite her earlier sternness, he hadn’t expected her to cry.

It dawned on him that he, too, had lost his mother.

His blinked back his tears and said nothing.

After lingering for a moment, he retreated to his room, clutching his pillow tightly as he settled into bed in silence.

He was still a child after all.

Tears dampened half of his pillowcase as sadness gripped him.

By dawn, Raphael rose to prepare breakfast.

Brantley, being an early riser, made his bed, freshened up, tended to the balcony plants, and even tidied the living room.

He showed a great deal of responsibility.

Raphael asked Brantley to the breakfast table.

With a child and a pregnant woman in the household, breakfast comprised nourishing fare of eggs and milk.

Brantley had been finicky when his mother was still around, accustomed to gourmet meals prepared by the chef, struggling to appreciate simpler fare.