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,

cast her gaze downward, meeting

him for a moment before tears welled in her

nagging thought persisted that she could have altered the course

E L A ‘s L I B R A

her in a tight embrace

they both understood the pain and found comfort in each

softly, her voice choked

hurts,”

offered soothing

the person in his embrace was his

to their door in

heartrending tears, Brantley’s own sadness

earlier sternness, he

on him that he, too, had lost his

blinked back his