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.

tension in the air;

voice, Matthew said, “I need to ask

a document onto the bed, the papers fluttering slightly as they

on

process it, she felt utterly stunned,

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

even gone so far

twisted in her chest like

up the document, examining it

the date, a sense of calm began to

was something she had

of embarrassment washed over

voice rising slightly, edged with coldness as he asked, “You

did

Stella frowned slightly, the

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