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

cast her gaze downward, meeting his

a moment before tears welled in

nagging thought persisted that she could have altered the

‘s L I B R A

tight embrace as they

parents gone, they both understood the pain and found comfort

softly, her voice

hurts,”

soothing words of

realization that the person in his embrace was his wife, and they were meant to

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

heartrending tears, Brantley’s own

her earlier sternness, he hadn’t

him that he, too, had lost his

his tears and said