Transmigrated to Get Back at the Villain

A burst of shattering pain exploded through my lower back. Staggering, I turned to see the unmistakable smirk of triumph on Ruby White's face. "How dare you push me?" Gritting my teeth, I challenged her. Before I could finish, she shoved me again with even greater force. My body instantly lost its balance; I tumbled down the stairs from the second floor. Each impact tore through my abdomen in agonizing waves, nearly causing me to black out. Blood slowly seeped down the inside of my thigh, its warm touch painfully vivid. "Daniel Lewis!" I screamed with the last ounce of my strength, my gaze locked tightly on the stairwell entrance. He charged at me like a madman but stopped abruptly before me, crouching down to help Ruby White, who was feigning wrist pain beside him. "Ruby, did she scare you? Are you hurt anywhere?" His voice was filled with urgent concern, yet not once did he spare a glance for me, curled up on the floor. Ruby nestled into his arms, her voice fragile as a whisper: "Daniel, I didn't mean to. It was Mary Lynn who lost her footing. I barely had time to reach out to help her." "You're talking nonsense!" I trembled with anger, but the pain in my abdomen left me too weak to even lift my hand. My consciousness blurred amid the metallic scent of blood and despair. When I awoke again, the acrid smell of disinfectant filled my nostrils. I moved my fingers and realized I was lying in a hospital bed, an infusion tube inserted into the back of my hand. The doctor stood by the bedside, wearing a formulaic expression of regret: "Ms. Lynn, I'm sorry, we couldn't save the baby." "The baby... is gone?" I repeated the words; my heart felt as if a piece had been violently torn out. Tears fell without warning onto the sheets, spreading in a small, wet stain. That was our child, barely three months old. The door was pushed open, and Daniel Lewis stepped inside, holding a neatly folded document in his hand, his face utterly devoid of sorrow, only cold indifference. "Sign it." He tossed the document onto the bedside table, his voice so calm it was as if he were discussing something trivial. I glanced at the cover of the document; the words 'Divorce Agreement' stabbed painfully at my eyes. "Daniel Lewis, our child is gone." My voice was hoarse, carrying a faint trace of lingering hope, desperate for even the slightest flicker of emotion from him. He sneered, his voice laced with impatience: "If it's gone, it's gone. Anyway, Ruby and I will soon have a child of our own." "Don't you feel any guilt at all?" I propped myself up, staring him down, desperate to find even a flicker of remorse in his eyes. "Guilt?" He raised an eyebrow, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "Mary Lynn, you've taken Ruby's place for so long, and I haven't even confronted you about it. Consider yourself lucky." "Oh, and when you get home, change the sheets on the new bed in the master bedroom. Ruby is moving in tonight." I suddenly sat up; the infusion tube was yanked, causing the medicine to drip down its side. "Don't forget, it is because of someone that you are still alive!" Daniel Lewis paused, frowning. "What nonsense are you talking about?" "I have transmigrated." I spoke each word deliberately, my gaze unwavering, "I've entered a cliched CEO novel, and you, Daniel Lewis, are merely a minor character doomed to die of brain cancer." His expression darkened instantly, his voice cold. "Mary Lynn, have you lost your mind? You just lost the child, and now you're babbling." "I'm not crazy." I stared straight into his eyes. "It was my Transmigrator's Plot Armor that shielded you, slowly counteracting the fatal fate of your terminal illness—otherwise, you would have been dead and buried three years ago." He clearly didn't believe me, waving his hand impatiently. "Don't spout nonsense here. I'll come tomorrow to collect the signed agreement." As he turned to leave, I hurriedly added, "Ruby White isn't an ordinary person! She's a virus sent by the system, designed to destroy my Plot Armor, and her ultimate goal is to take your life!" Daniel Lewis stopped in his tracks, turned around, and sneered coldly at me, "It seems you really are too deeply traumatized." The door slammed shut with a heavy thud, leaving me alone in the ward. I placed my hand on my empty belly; the tears in my eyes slowly faded, kindling a cold flame of revenge. Since he does not cherish the life I saved, I will take it back with my own hands.