I Walked Away Seven Years Too Late But Right on Time novel Chapter 132

Gavin turned back and whispered in Sophie's ear, "I'll wait for you over here."

Sophie hesitated, then walked a few dozen feet away with Luke, putting some distance between them and Gavin.

"Sophie, I'm completely done with Eileen Harper. I can give you the life you want."

Luke spoke slowly, his voice pitched low.

He had been standing there for far too long. His throat was parched, and his heart was consumed by a bitter ache. Still, he made sure Sophie heard every single word.

When Sophie stepped out of the car, that radiant, delicate beauty had been incredibly familiar to him.

In the afterglow of intimacy, she was exactly like that—soft, tender, and begging to be pulled into a tight embrace. Even knowing she had just returned from a romantic getaway with Gavin, he couldn't let go. He refused to let go.

Seeing her like this now felt like taking a blunt force blow to the chest. The pain cut deep.

"Whatever is going on between you and her has absolutely nothing to do with me anymore. Luke, we broke up a long time ago."

Sophie didn't raise her voice, but each deliberate syllable sliced into his already bleeding heart like a knife.

Luke's gaze dropped to her clenched hands. The decoy ring she had worn before was missing.

He reached out to grab her hand, a desperate glimmer of hope igniting in his chest.

"You didn't get engaged to him, did you?"

Sophie didn't answer.

"As long as you're not married to him, I can still win you back. I'll treat you so much better than I ever did."

Luke was grasping at straws, making his final, pathetic struggle.

Sophie took a step back. "Luke, I don't want anything to do with you ever again. Stop coming to look for me."

Luke stared at her intensely, as if trying to decipher the truth in her eyes.

"Does our seven years together really mean nothing compared to a few months with him?" Luke refused to give up.

"Yes."

When Sophie decided to be ruthless, she knew exactly how to twist the blade. That single word blew a massive, agonizing hole through his chest.

"Sophie, how can you be so heartless?" It wasn't just his chest that hurt now; the spot on his shoulder where she had once bitten him throbbed with a phantom ache.

It was the night of her twenty-ninth birthday. She had been writhing beneath him, fully surrendered to passion, yet she had bitten down on his shoulder with such vicious force it felt like she wanted to tear his flesh off.

Before that night, she had never said she hated him. She had never openly blamed him. But through that bite, he knew she harbored a deep resentment.

At the time, he thought she was just acting out of jealousy because she had seen him with Eileen.

He hadn't felt great about it either. Watching Gavin shield her with an umbrella had sparked his own intense displeasure.

But that night, neither of them brought up what they had witnessed. They just used their bodies to vent all their pent-up frustration on each other.

Now, he finally understood. Sophie's resentment toward him had been building for seven long years. That bite was her releasing all the grievances and suppressed anger she had swallowed while staying by his side.

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