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.

heavy tension in the air; Matthew was clearly in

voice, Matthew said, “I need to ask

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

on the document, her

utterly stunned, a wave of indescribable heartache crashing

to divorce her? The thought sent a fresh wave of

far

realization twisted in her chest like

quickly picked up the document,

the contents and noticed the date, a sense

it was something she had drafted

washed over Stella as she realized

with coldness as he asked,

did you

divorce agreement, Stella frowned slightly, the memories stirring a

then, her relationship with Maverick had grown strained, and in a fit of anger, she had prepared the divorce