When Love Comes Late by PASSION

Stella’s retort came swiftly.

“Who I dine with isn’t your concern.”

But Matthew, relentless, pressed further.

“How is it not my concern? You’re still my wife, and it’s obvious Sanford has other intentions.”

Stella found his accusation almost amusing in its absurdity.

“I’m not alone with Sanford.

My mother is there, and we’re in a public space.

What exactly are you worried about?”

She looked him up and down before continuing with bitter sarcasm, “Or do you think I’m the kind of person who would betray our marriage? Just because you lost your memory, does that mean you also doubt my character?”

Her voice trembled, her words laden with the pain she could no longer contain.

the deeper

with unshed tears, locked on Matthew, blurring her vision with a mix of frustration and

meant..” Matthew’s voice softened, taking on a gentleness unfamiliar to

tone only deepened Stella’s

turned her face away, desperately trying to

emotions she had long buried

matter how hard she tried to hold back, the tears

..

Library

tightness in his chest, a sharp pang

fully understand, he gently cupped her face, wiping away the tears that

“I’m sorry.

It’s all my fault.

have

hesitated, searching for

the sight was too much for him to

back, Matthew finally spoke

“Some feelings overwhelm me.