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A Father’s Second Chance

Alexander Whitmore spent his life building his financial empire, believing that success would bring his family security. He worked late nights, missed his son Edward’s birthdays, and neglected his wife, Eleanor. By the time he realized his mistakes, it was too late—Eleanor had filed for divorce, Edward had grown distant, and Alexander died alone in a sterile hospital room.

But fate wasn’t done with him yet.

He wakes up in his childhood home in Cambridge, England—on the morning of his wedding, 20 years in the past. Given a second chance, he vows to live differently. No more missed Christmases. No more chasing wealth at the cost of love. He will become the husband and father his family deserved.

But changing the past isn’t simple. His younger self’s pride, his cutthroat ambition, and society’s expectations threaten to pull him back into old habits. Can he rewrite his family’s fate, or is he doomed to repeat his mistakes?


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Chapter 1: Yesterday’s Return

Alexander Whitmore gasped awake. The scent of fresh linen and oakwood filled his nose. He blinked rapidly, adjusting to the soft morning light filtering through lace-curtained windows.

This wasn’t his penthouse in London. This was… home?

His eyes darted to the full-length mirror across the room. Instead of his aged, weary reflection, a younger man stared back—sharp jawline, unwrinkled skin, and the same piercing blue eyes that once held ambition, now clouded with shock.

His heart pounded. This isn’t possible.

A knock at the door.

“Alex, wake up! It’s your wedding day!” a voice called from the hallway.

His breath caught. His wedding day. The day he had first begun to neglect Eleanor, setting off a chain of regrets.

This time, he wouldn’t make the same mistakes.


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A Father's Second Chance

The first year of Edward's life was unlike anything Alexander had ever known.

Before, he had left most of the child-rearing to Eleanor and the nannies, prioritizing his business. He had convinced himself that providing financial security was the same as being a good father.

This time, he did things differently.

He was there for the midnight feedings, rocking Edward back to sleep when he cried. He changed nappies, read bedtime stories, and took long walks with him in the park. Eleanor often watched in amusement, murmuring, "You're not the same man I married."

Alexander only smiled. That was the point.

One evening, when Edward was nearly a year old, Alexander returned home from work earlier than usual. He stepped into the nursery and saw Eleanor sitting on the floor, Edward standing unsteadily in front of her.

"He's trying to walk," she whispered excitedly.

Alexander's heart leapt. He knelt beside Eleanor, watching as Edward wobbled on chubby legs, his tiny fingers reaching out.

Alexander let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. In his past life, he had missed this moment. He had been in a boardroom, too busy to answer Eleanor's call.

He scooped Edward into his arms, lifting him high. "Well done, my boy!" he cheered, pressing a kiss to his son's forehead.

Edward giggled, his tiny hands gripping Alexander's face.

Eleanor smiled. "You're a wonderful father, Alex."

He met her gaze, his heart swelling. "I'm just making up for lost time."

But deep down, he knew—this time, he wasn't losing anything.

Chapter 9: A Different Kind of Father