Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103

Megan’s POV

I heard the commotion outside my office before I saw her. The sudden

drop in conversations, followed by whispers that grew louder. I looked

up

from my desk through the glass walls of my office and felt my

stomach clench.

Iris Stone. Back at work like nothing happened.

I rose slightly from my chair, moving closer to the door to listen. The office had gone eerily quiet as she spoke.

“If I had gone through an abortion, do you really think I’d be back at work the same day?” Her voice carried clearly across the open floor

plan.

My fingers dug into the doorframe. This bitch was publicly calling me

a liar.

I watched the faces of my colleagues–my subordinates–as they processed her words. The logical inconsistency in what they’d heard from me earlier today. Their expressions shifted from surprise to understanding, and several of them glanced toward my office.

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My wolf, usually so controlled in the workplace, was furious. How

dare she come in here and make me look like a fool?

I quietly closed my door and sank back into my chair, my heart pounding with rage. This was supposed to be my territory. My department. I’d worked for years to become design director, and this… this nobody thought she could waltz in and challenge me?

I pulled out my phone and opened our department chat group. The messages were already flooding in:

【Did you hear what Iris just said?】

[So Megan was lying about the abortion?]

【I knew something seemed off about that story]

[Early said Megan had something against Iris from day one】

I scrolled faster, my face growing hotter with each message.

[I said it before – she’s not a good person. Now she’s the one who

looks like a joke】

My fingers tightened around my phone. Who wrote that? I checked

the username: Lisa from accounting. I’d remember that.

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[Having that much hostility toward an intern? I really don’t

understand what Megan’s thinking】

I bit the inside of my cheek so hard I tasted blood. They were all

turning against me. All because of her.

【Let’s be honest, she’s just jealous of Iris】

The phone creaked in my grip. “Jealous?” I whispered to the empty

office. “Me? Jealous of her?”

I slammed my fist on the desk so hard my coffee mug jumped. “That’s

fucking ridiculous!”

I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure. I couldn’t let them see me losing control. I was the design director. I was Sebastian Grey’s ex. I was supposed to be above this petty bullshit.

A notification popped up on my screen–the department head

intervening:

[Let’s keep the chat professional, everyone. Back to work.]

“Finally,” I muttered, feeling a small relief that someone was

maintaining order. But the damage was done. My credibility was shot, and it was all because of Iris Stone.

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I stood up, smoothing down my designer skirt and checking my

reflection in the small mirror on my wall. I looked perfectly put

together as always, though my eyes betrayed the storm brewing

inside me. I practiced my most professional smile before opening my

office door.

The moment I stepped into the hallway, I felt it–the shift in

atmosphere. Conversations died down as I walked past. People who

usually greeted me enthusiastically now gave tight–lipped nods or

suddenly found their computer screens fascinating.

“These fucking traitors,” I thought, maintaining my smile. “Yesterday

they were all laughing at Iris Stone’s expense, and today they’ve

switched sides.”

I walked toward the break room, needing coffee to steady my nerves.

As I approached, I heard voices from inside.

“God, how much must Megan hate Iris to spread rumors like the

A

female voice I recognized as Jenny from marketing.

“Who knows? But ever since we worked with Polaris Studio, she’s had

this weird vendetta against her.” That was Mike, one of my own

designers.

I stepped into the doorway, fixing my cold stare on their backs. They

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hadn’t noticed me yet, and for a moment I savored the power of catching them mid–gossip. Part of me wanted to growl, to let my wolf eyes show just enough to remind them what I was–what we all were

beneath our human facades.

But I caught myself. This wasn’t the time or place for that kind of display. Instead, I turned and walked back to the main office area, my mind racing. The humiliation burned through me like acid.