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

said, “I need to

document onto the bed, the

glanced at the bold text on

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

truly planning to divorce her? The thought sent a fresh

gone so far as to prepare the

her chest like

fought back her tears and quickly picked up the document,

as she read the contents and noticed the date, a sense of calm began

by Matthew; it was something she had drafted

embarrassment washed over Stella as she realized

asked, “You

did you stay

origins of the divorce agreement, Stella frowned slightly, the memories stirring

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