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.

in the air; Matthew was clearly

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

tossed a document onto the

glanced at the bold text on the document, her

she felt utterly stunned, a

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

gone so far

realization twisted in her

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

the date, a

been prepared by Matthew; it was something she had drafted

rush of embarrassment washed over Stella as

her 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, the memories stirring a mix of

in a fit of anger, she had prepared the divorce agreement