Transmigrated: I Became My Nemesis's Woman novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18: He’ll get over it

"I hate to admit it... but this property is ridiculously vast," Ivy muttered, her lips twitching as she stood in the sprawling lawn of the Emerson mansion, finally following Xander’s advice from the morning.

After spending hours idling in her room, she had given in and decided to explore.

And to her surprise—

This was easily one of the largest estates she had ever seen.

As she glanced around, something seemed to click in her mind. She turned over her shoulder and called, "Butler Rupert, this spot."

The old man paused for a moment, slightly confused, but nodded nonetheless. Without questioning her further, he walked away—only to return shortly with a few servants and the items Ivy had requested.

"Ah... now this is what I call a good day."

Leaning back against a reclining chair, shaded by a large multicolored umbrella, Ivy took a slow sip of the orange juice Rupert had arranged for her.

For a moment—

Everything felt... calm.

Raven had always dreamed of moments like this.

Traveling the world.

Sitting by the beach.

Listening to the waves, the wind, the distant cries of seabirds.

There was no ocean here—only the soft splashing of a fountain nearby.

But the cool breeze and the gentle chirping of birds were enough to relax her muscles, to ease the constant tension she carried.

"Madam, do you require anything else?" Butler Rupert asked politely.

Ivy shook her head. "Nothing more, Butler Rupert."

He gave a slight bow before excusing himself, leaving her alone to enjoy the quiet.

She leaned her head back, closing her eyes briefly.

"...I wish Leo were here," she murmured absentmindedly.

Her gaze drifted to the time.

A soft sigh escaped her lips.

And just then—

Buzz.

Her phone vibrated.

"Hmm?" She straightened slightly, pulling it out with mild curiosity.

But the moment she saw the name flashing on the screen—

Her brows drew together.

"Hello?" she answered.

The voice on the other end made her frown deepen instantly.

"How could you betray me, Ivy?"

Her instincts reacted before her thoughts could catch up.

"France?" The name slipped from her lips naturally.

It seemed Ivy’s body still remembered him—because the tone, the voice... even his face surfaced faintly in her mind, leaving her slightly uneasy.

"Yes, it’s me."

Ivy pursed her lips as she listened to his uneven, heavy breathing on the other end.

"How could you agree with Mom’s decision? How can you stay with that man?" His words were laced with venom, leaving Ivy momentarily confused.

She recognized him.

But at the same time... something about his behavior didn’t sit right with her.

"Don’t forget, Ivy," he continued, his tone turning reckless, almost obsessive, "you’re mine. And I’ll make sure you remember that."

The call ended abruptly.

"...What was that?" Ivy muttered, pulling the phone away and staring at the now-black screen.

Raven could only access fragments of memories—brief flashes that came and went without warning. But something about that call stirred something deeper.

Frowning, she unlocked the phone again and began scrolling through older photos.

Then—

She stopped.

A picture.

Old. Faded slightly with time.

She looked younger—around eleven.

Standing beside her adoptive parents.

And two other children.

Nora...

And—

Without wasting another second, Nora stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her with a loud thud.

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