A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love by Arny Gallucio

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.

blame yourself,

her gaze downward,

for a moment before tears

nagging thought persisted that she could have altered the course

N G E L A ‘s L I B

in a tight embrace

understood the pain and found comfort

softly, her

hurts,”

offered soothing words

embrace was his wife, and they were

ventured to their door

tears, Brantley’s own sadness

her earlier sternness, he hadn’t expected her to

that he, too,

his tears