When Love Comes Late by PASSION

He was fully dressed, hands resting casually on his knees, but the shadows that played across his face gave him an unsettling air.

Seeing Matthew, memories of the previous night flooded Stella’s mind, each moment sharp and vivid.

Her tears, breathless gasps, and bold moves replayed in her mind, each scene unfolding with striking clarity.

Her heart raced, and she murmured, “Was it truly not just a dream?”

As she spoke, those heart-pounding images surged back into her mind, overwhelming her with vivid recollections.

She could even recall initiating it clearly.

In a rush of embarrassment, Stella quickly lowered her head, almost burying it in the quilt.

She took several deep breaths, willing herself to calm down and steady her racing heart.

After a moment, she attempted a casual smile and asked, “Don’t you have work today?”

Matthew stood up, his face unreadable, and walked over to the bedside, peering down at Stella.

sensing the heavy tension in the air; Matthew was clearly in a

measured voice, Matthew said, “I need

he tossed a document onto the bed,

the bold text on the document, her face draining

Agreement.” Before she could process it, she felt utterly stunned, a wave

truly planning to divorce her? The thought sent a

so far as to prepare the

realization twisted in her chest like

the document, examining it closely as her heart raced

and noticed the date, a

by Matthew; it was something she had drafted

embarrassment washed over Stella as she realized her

he asked, “You wanted a divorce back then and even prepared the agreement before I

why did you

slightly, the memories stirring

her relationship with Maverick had grown strained, and in a fit of anger, she had