Transmigrated: I Became My Nemesis's Woman novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64: You are disown

"Big sister, we are sorry! We won’t do this again!"

The three men knelt in front of Ivy, hands raised, wincing in pain like schoolboys caught cheating during an exam.

It had taken Ivy less than a minute to completely break their confidence and rearrange their life choices.

Satisfied, she shifted her gaze to someone else who had slowly joined the kneeling club.

Sal.

"What about you?" she asked, her tone calm... but dangerous enough to make his soul sit up straight.

Sal shook his head so fast it was a miracle it stayed attached.

"I won’t either!" he blurted. "I have learned my lesson. I am a changed man. A peaceful citizen. I believe in non-violence now."

Ivy stared at him.

"...You were not even violent to begin with."

"That is exactly why I want to stay consistent," Sal said seriously.

"...."

Ivy exhaled through her nose, somewhere between amused and exhausted.

Honestly, she had half a mind to let those men deal with him.

But knowing Sal, he would not survive even thirty seconds of real trouble without negotiating his own kidnapping.

So here she was. Saving him.

Again.

Clicking her tongue softly, Ivy gestured for the men to leave.

They did not need a second invitation as all three scrambled to their feet, dragging the blond one along, who was still limping miserably after his unfortunate encounter with gravity... and Ivy.

Within seconds, they were gone.

’Finally’

Peace returned to the park.

Sal blinked and looked left and right. And quietly began to walk away.

"Not you."

He froze mid-step. Of course.

Why would life ever be that easy?

Slowly, he turned around and nearly jumped out of his skin.

Ivy was already standing right in front of him.

Too close. Way... too close.

"Going somewhere?" she asked casually.

Sal forced a laugh. "Haha... just... taking a walk. You know... for health."

Ivy did not react. Instead, she reached into her jacket and pulled something out.

"Won’t you take what you left behind, Chickpea?"

Sal froze. Not because of the box. But because of the name.

Chickpea.

The nickname Raven had given him. The name she called twice. The one no one else knew.

His gaze snapped up to her face.

"W-who are you?" he stammered, his voice suddenly serious. "And how do you know that name?"

For the first time since they met, the panic in him was not about survival.

It was about something deeper. Something that did not make sense.

Ivy watched him quietly.

Finally. He was thinking.

Not running. Not panicking. Just... thinking.

Good.

A faint, almost teasing smile touched her lips. "Would you believe me," she said slowly, "if I told you I know more about you than you know about yourself?"

Sal blinked.

"...No."

"Absolutely not."

Ivy sighed. "Fair enough."

She held the box out toward him again. And this time nudged for Sal to take it.

"Still... there’s something you need to know," Ivy said, her voice turning serious.

Sal looked at her curiously as he took the box from her, his grip tightening slightly.

For once, he was not running. Not panicking.

Just... listening.

Ivy parted her lips, ready to finally tell him the truth when a sharp pain shot through her chest.

"What the—" she choked, clutching her chest as her body tensed.

Sal’s expression changed instantly. "Hey—what’s wrong? Are you in pain?" he asked, panic rising in his voice as he stepped closer.

Wrong.

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