I Walked Away Seven Years Too Late But Right on Time novel Chapter 157

She had a better education than Sarah, a vastly superior family background—she was the untouchable, proud princess. Yet, this woman with a mere high school diploma always looked at her with such unshakable pride and absolute disdain. It made her grind her teeth in pure hatred.

The very first time she saw Sarah's photo slipped inside Harold's notebook, she instantly loathed those eyes.

Sarah was wearing a plain white button-down and a plaid skirt, standing in front of the flower beds at the train station plaza, smiling radiantly. Those eyes were dangerously captivating.

She had watched Harold sitting in boring lectures, opening his notebook just to stare at that photo and smile like an absolute idiot.

She had watched him walk Sarah all over campus, pointing out every single building with eyes only for her. She would walk right past them, and he wouldn't even register her existence.

But Sarah saw her. She met her gaze, a small, knowing smile on her lips, her eyes proudly declaring that Harold was hers.

It was infuriating.

During the winter break of their senior year, she marched into Harold's family home and told his parents she could guarantee him a prestigious job, ensuring he could stay in Boston.

She then tracked down Sarah, telling her point-blank that she was the only woman truly worthy of Harold, demanding Sarah step out of the picture.

This woman had simply looked at her with that exact same expression. "Have Harold come tell me that himself."

Later in Boston, she cornered Sarah again, boasting that she was already the daughter-in-law Harold's parents had chosen. She claimed Harold had already met her parents and that they had already consummated their relationship.

Sarah still looked at her with that insufferable disdain. "I don't believe a word you're saying. I want to hear it directly from his mouth."

She wired a telegram to Harold's mother, demanding she come down and force Sarah out, and handed the woman thousands of dollars to ensure it happened.

Harold's mother feigned a severe illness and threatened to permanently disown him. Broken down, Harold finally agreed to break up with Sarah.

The day Sarah left, she strutted up to her, radiating triumph, officially declaring her victory.

She was the proud princess, and the prince had no choice but to bow at her feet.

Yet Sarah remained perfectly stoic. She shot her one final, freezing glare and didn't even bother to waste a single word on her.

Sophie immediately stepped in to continue. "They cornered me at work first, but I refused. So he pulled my home address from the employee registry and showed up at my apartment. When I got home, my mom was in the middle of kicking him out."

"After that, my mom made me sign the waiver. She told me to cut all ties and never deal with them again. I signed it, and I made it perfectly clear I never wanted to see any of them for the rest of my life."

Luke dropped his head. Sophie had warned him countless times to stay away, to stop dragging her back into his mess.

He had never imagined that the entire disaster was tangled up with her mother's ancient history with Harold.

No wonder Sophie's eyes had practically burned with disgust when he had called Harold an elder he deeply respected.

"You claim you never wanted to see my dad, so why does he have so many pictures of you?"

Eileen refused to back down. There was no way Sophie was getting a free pass while painting her father as the ultimate villain.

She whipped out her phone, marched right up to Gillian, and snapped, "Look at this! I pulled these straight from my dad's laptop. Now tell me she wasn't sleeping with my dad!"