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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

Chapter 11: The Shadow of the Past

One crisp autumn afternoon, Alexander took Edward to Hyde Park. The boy was excited, running ahead, laughing as he chased after the fallen leaves.

As Alexander watched him, a memory surfaced—one he wished he could forget.

In his past life, Edward had been ten when he had stopped waiting for his father.

It had been a cold winter's evening, and Alexander had promised to take him to the Christmas market. Edward had waited at the door, bundled in his coat, clutching his father's gloves.

By the time he returned home that night, Edward had already been asleep, the gloves forgotten on the floor.

That had been the beginning of their distance.

Alexander clenched his fists. He would not let history repeat itself.

A small hand tugged at his sleeve. "Papa?"

He blinked, looking down. Edward was staring up at him with wide, curious eyes. "Are you sad?"

Alexander inhaled sharply, then crouched down, cupping his son's face. "No, my boy. I'm just thinking about how much I love you."

Edward grinned. "I love you too, Papa."

And in that moment, Alexander knew—he wasn't just fixing the past.

He was building a future worth living for.