Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117

Iris’s POV

The drive from Stone Manor was painfully silent. Sebastien kept his

eyes fixed on the road, his jaw clenched so tight I could see the

muscle twitching near his temple. I stared out the passenger window,

too drained to initiate any conversation after the disaster at

Catherine’s house.

When we finally pulled up outside my apartment building at Blue

Harbor, I expected some sort of lecture or demand for explanation.

Instead, Sebastien simply unlocked the doors with a soft click.

“This doesn’t change anything between us,” he said, his voice low and

-controlled. “The divorce is still final.”

“I never asked it to,” I replied, reaching for the door handle. “Thank

you for the intervention, but I had it under control.”

His short, humorless laugh made me turn back to face him.

“Under control? They drugged your sister and nearly did the same to

Phillips.”

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I padded across the carpet and picked up my phone, but froze when I

unlocked the screen. This wasn’t Rachel. My stomach dropped as I

scrolled through dozens of notifications from a group chat I didn’t

recognize called “Moon Bay Elites.” Someone had added me without

my permission, and people were tagging me repeatedly.

“What the hell?” I muttered, opening the chat.

My eyes narrowed as I scanned the messages. Someone had started a

rumor thread about me, and it was gaining traction fast.

“Did you guys hear? Iris Stone went to terminate her pregnancy because

Sebastien Grey forced her to. That’s the real reason they’re dissolving

their mate bond.”

I felt my face grow hot, a mixture of anger and disbelief washing over

1. me. The audacity of these people to discuss my personal life so

casually made my hands shake.

Another message popped up: “@Iris Stone is it true? Everyone’s saying

Grey threatened to strip you of everything if you kept the baby.”

I scrolled further, watching strangers debate my life choices with

horrifying confidence.

“You’re all so naive. You really think she’s some innocent victim? She’s

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obviously trying to get more assets from the Grey family. Classic gold-

digger move.”

A bitter laugh escaped my throat. “First the Stone family, now the

entire wolf community thinks they own my life,” I said to the empty

room. My wolf bristled under my skin, equally offended by these

baseless accusations.

Instead of responding immediately, I walked calmly to my bedside

drawer and pulled out a brown manila envelope. Inside was the mate

contract I’d signed with Sebastien two years ago. I’d kept it as

insurance, knowing it might come in handy someday.

“Well, today’s the day,” I murmured, feeling strangely calm despite

the invasion of privacy. I carefully photographed the relevant pages,

making sure the Grey family seal was clearly visible.

I spent a few minutes editing the images, drawing red circles around

the key clauses. My finger paused on one particular section: “Alpha

heir assets division – 50% of named assets to transfer to mate in case

of dissolution.”

Perfect. If they wanted gossip, I’d give them something worth talking

about.

I uploaded the images to the group chat without any caption. Then I

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waited, watching the three dots appear as people viewed my

response.

The chat went silent for nearly a minute. Then it exploded.

“Holy shit! Is that THE actual contract?”

“Fifty percent?! Grey family must have really wanted this alliance!”

“No wonder the Stone family is panicking without her! Look at those

terms!”

I smiled coldly at the screen. Amazing how quickly moral outrage

transformed into envious admiration when money entered the

picture. The conversation had completely shifted from my supposed

abortion to the generous terms of my divorce settlement.

“So predictable,” I whispered, setting the phone down. “All that talk

about pack morality and wolf values, but throw resources and

territory into the mix and suddenly no one cares about anything

else.”

I closed the chat and sat on the edge of my bed, considering who

might have created this rumor. It seemed too calculated, too perfectly

timed after the Stone family’s failed dinner plot. Someone was trying

to control the narrative around my divorce.

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“Doesn’t matter,” I decided. ‘I have more important things to focus

on.”

The design competition was my priority now. I immersed myself in sketches for the next few hours, losing track of time as I refined my

concepts. The creative process always calmed me, helping me escape

from wolf politics and family drama.

Several days passed in a blur of work and preparation. By the

weekend, I had finally finalized my jewelry designs, checking every

detail with meticulous care.

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