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

low, measured voice, Matthew said, “I need to

document onto the bed, the

at the bold text on the

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

Matthew truly planning to divorce her? The thought sent a fresh wave of disbelief coursing through

far as to prepare the

her chest like a

fought back her tears and quickly picked up the document, examining it closely as her heart raced

she read the contents and noticed the date, a sense of

prepared by Matthew; it was

rush of embarrassment washed over Stella

shifting emotions, his voice rising slightly, edged with coldness as he asked, “You wanted a divorce back then and even prepared the agreement before

why did you

the divorce agreement, Stella frowned slightly,

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