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.

the air; Matthew was

said, “I

onto the bed, the papers fluttering slightly

the bold text on the document, her face draining

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

her? The thought sent a fresh wave of disbelief

even gone so far

in her chest like a

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

and noticed the date, a sense of calm began to wash over

prepared by Matthew; it was something she had drafted in

over Stella as she realized

asked, “You wanted a divorce back

did you

divorce agreement, Stella frowned slightly,

had grown strained, and in a fit of anger, she had prepared the divorce agreement and signed her name, planning to mail