Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89

Iris’s POV

“He can’t possibly be this eager to end things now,” I thought

suspiciously. “Not after all his stalling.”

Still, I found myself reaching for the door handle. If there was even a

chance we could finalize this today, I needed to take it.

I slid into the passenger seat, the familiar scent of his cologne filling

my nostrils. The leather seat was cool against my skin as I settled in,

keeping as much distance between us as the confined space allowed.

“Is this about the photo?” I asked directly. “Because that wasn’t-”

“We need to go,” he interrupted, putting the car in drive.

As we pulled out of the parking garage, Sebastien did something

unexpected–he turned on the car’s sound system. Soft music filled

the space between us, an English love song I vaguely recognized.

“We were just kids when we fell in love, not knowing what it was…”

I frowned, confused by his choice. In the two years of our marriage,

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I’d never once seen Sebastien listen to music in the car. He always

preferred silence or business calls. And a love song? It felt jarring,

almost mocking given our situation.

“This doesn’t make sense,” I thought, stealing glances at his profile.

“If we’re going to finalize our divorce, why play romantic music? Is

this some kind of twisted joke?”

Was this some kind of psychological tactic? The thought sliced

through me. Was he deliberately trying to get under my skin in these

final moments together? Or maybe showing off the freedom he’d soon

have to pursue Megan openly? With Sebastien, every move was

calculated–even his choice of music probably had some strategic

purpose I couldn’t yet see

I turned to look out the window, not wanting him to see the hurt that

must have flashed across my face. “If we’re going where I think we’re

going, he could at least have chosen a less romantic soundtrack for

our final drive together,” I thought bitterly.

When we pulled up outside the werewolf council office building, my

suspicions were confirmed. This was it. After nearly two years of a

loveless marriage and weeks of back–and–forth about ending it, we

were finally here to make it official.

“So I was right,” I murmured, more to myself than to him as I stepped

out of the car.

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The council building was imposing–all clean lines and reflective

glass, designed to blend modern aesthetics with traditional werewolf

symbolism. As we approached the entrance, I felt a strange mix of

relief and something else I couldn’t quite name. Not regret, exactly,

but a heaviness I hadn’t expected.

Inside, the receptionist greeted us with a warm smile. “Good evening!

How can I help you today?”

I stepped forward confidently. “We’re here because our cooling period

has ended. We need to complete the divorce procedures.” At the sam

moment, I heard Sebastien say, “We’re here to withdraw our divorce

application.”

I froze, certain I’d misheard him. My head whipped around to stare at

him in disbelief.

The receptionist looked between us, her professional smile faltering

slightly. “I’m sorry, Mr. Grey, Ms. Stone!.. which is it?”

“We’re here to finalize our divorce,” I insisted, my voice rising slightly.

“The cooling period is over, and after careful consideration, I’ve

determined that our marriage isn’t viable.”

“We’re withdrawing the application,” Sebastien countered, his voice

maddeningly calm. “The cooling period served its purpose. We’re

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reconciling.”

I gaped at him, unable to process what was happening. Was he out of

his mind? When had we discussed reconciliation? We hadn’t even

spoken properly in days!

“What are you doing?” I hissed at him, trying to keep my voice down

despite my shock. “We never discussed this!”

The receptionist shifted uncomfortably. “Perhaps you two need a

moment to… align on your intentions? I can get you some privacy.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Sebastien said smoothly. “My wife is just—”

“I am not confused,” I cut in sharply, turning back to the receptionist.

“The cooling period was his idea in the first place! He’s the one who

wanted this divorce, and now that I agree it’s the best option, he’s

suddenly changed his mind?”

I noticed Sebastien’s jaw tighten, a flash of something dark crossing

his face. It wasn’t anger exactly–it was more like the expression of

someone remembering something unpleasant.

What was his game? Why would he suddenly want to stay married

after making it clear for two years that our relationship meant

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