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.

don’t blame yourself,

gaze downward, meeting his

for a moment before tears

thought persisted that she could have altered the

A ‘s L I B

a tight embrace as

the pain and found

her voice choked

still hurts,” she

offered soothing words of

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

unable to sleep, ventured to their door in the

heartrending tears, Brantley’s own

her earlier sternness, he

that he, too, had lost

back his tears and