Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 189

Chapter 189

Iris’s POV

I watched Miles carefully as he flipped through the photos, taking note of how his fingers trembled slightly against the glossy paper. Sweat beaded on his

upper lip despite the cool temperature in the coffee shop. It was satisfying watching this man–who had once towered over me with his authority at Polaris

Studio–shrink before my eyes with each damning image.

“The authenticity of these photos,‘ I said slowly, deliberately, “I think you know better than me, don’t you?”

My voice came out calm, almost conversational, but inside I was remembering all the nights I’d spent gathering this evidence. The hours searching through

old emails, recovering deleted files, the conversations with former interns who’d witnessed his behavior. Thank god Rachel had helped me track down those

girls Miles had manipulated.

Miles’s eyes darted around the coffee shop nervously. “I… these are taken out of context,” he stammered, but his voice lacked any real conviction. “Anyone

could edit these to-”

I didn’t let him finish. Instead, I reached into my bag and pulled out another manila envelope. Miles practically lunged across the table to grab it, nearly

knocking over our coffee cups in his desperation.

“Careful, I cautioned, glancing toward the window to hide my satisfaction at his reaction. “You might spill something.”

I turned back to Miles, who was frantically rifling through the new set of documents, his face growing paler by the second.

“Marcus mentioned that girl was quite talented,” I said, watching his eyes widen at the mention of Marcus Foster. “Her designs were excellent. But strangely,

around last year, her quality dropped significantly.” I leaned forward, lowering my voice. “Funny thing is, I noticed your work started looking remarkably

similar to her earlier style. Coincidence?”

Miles swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his thick neck. “You don’t understand how the industry works,” he tried, his voice cracking. “Sometimes

designs have similar-

‘Not just one girl though, is it?” I interrupted, feeling surprisingly calm despite the anger simmering beneath my skin. This man had harassed me, belittled

and stolen my work. And apparently, I wasn’t his only victim.

me,

I stood up, looking down at him. The feeling was intoxicating–this man who had made me feel small, who had forced me to look up at him while he

criticized my work and questioned my talents. Now I was the one looking down, and God, it felt good.

“From what I’ve gathered, you’ve been doing this since your time at Polaris. You used photographs or other means of blackmail to get their designs, then

claimed them as your own.” I said, my voice steady and cold.

Miles looked like he might be sick, his complexion taking on a greenish tinge. “Listen, I can explain-”

“As a designer with your experience,” I continued, cutting him off, you must know this is plagiarism. It’s grounds for industry expulsion, possibly even

criminal charges.” I paused, letting my words sink in. “In the werewolf community, stealing another’s work is punished even more severely.”

I watched his face carefully as he processed my words. His expression cycled through shock, fear, and then something else a pitiful attempt at looking vulnerable and sympathetic. It was the same expression he’d used years ago when higher–ups questioned why my designs were missing from presentations.

“You’re worried about Rose finding out, aren’t you?” I asked, mentioning his wife’s name with deliberate casualness.

The color drained from his face completely. Please, don’t involve my family in this Rose doesn’t need to-

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Chapter 189

‘Don’t worry,” I said, smiling coldly. “I already sent everything to your mate on my way to the coffee shop.”

Miles shot to his feet, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. Several people turned to look at us. “You bitch!” he hissed, face contorted with rage and

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