The Rejected Son-In-Law Is A Reincarnated God

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Rain still clung to the ground when Jason Carter was dragged out of the house like a criminal.

He stumbled as Lee Brandon yanked his arm, while two cousins held his other side. His shirt was wrinkled. His face was still marked from yesterday’s slaps.

“Let go of me!” Jason shouted, struggling. “Where are you taking me?”

“To where you belong,” Brandon spat. “Trash should be thrown out in public.”

They pulled him past the front gate of the Lee mansion. The guards didn’t even blink. The maid who once smiled at him now looked away.

He was invisible. Or worse — scum.

“Stop it! You can’t do this—!”

Mrs. Lee walked behind them, umbrella in hand, her lips pursed in satisfaction.

A bystander near the sidewalk stared.

“What’s going on?”

“This man,” Mrs. Lee said loudly, “beat his pregnant wife and caused her miscarriage. Let the world see what a monster looks like!”

More people turned. Phones came out. Whispers started.

“I didn’t touch her!” Jason shouted. “This is all a lie!”

Brandon smirked. “Lie louder, maybe someone will believe you.”

COEX Mall – One Hour Later

The largest mall in Chicago buzzed with life. People shopped, laughed, took selfies.

Then the chaos arrived.

“Out of the way!” someone shouted.

Jason was dragged into the open plaza like a prisoner. His arms still pinned, his face bruised.

“What the hell is this?” someone asked.

“Is this a prank?”

“Is he an abuser? Look at the bruises.”

Mrs. Lee stood tall in the middle of the growing crowd.

“My daughter lost her child!” she announced. “This is the man responsible! He beat her! Threw her down the stairs!”

“No, I didn’t!” Jason shouted. “I loved her! I still do!”

People didn’t listen. A woman near the crowd spat at his feet.

Someone threw a half-empty coffee cup. It hit his chest.

More people began to jeer. One girl started livestreaming on TikTok.

A teen in a hoodie pointed his phone. “This going viral yet? We might be famous by tonight.”

“Monster!”

“Coward!”

“Woman beater!”

Jason ’s head spun. He couldn’t even speak.

His voice was drowned out by hate.

Then Brandon leaned down, close to his ear.

“Didn’t know gods could cry,” he whispered. “Oh wait— you’re not one.”

Jason snapped.

“I DIDN’T DO IT!” he screamed. “I NEVER TOUCHED HER!”

But no one cared.

To them, his guilt was already sealed.

Moments Later

A hush went over the crowd.

A wheelchair rolled into view.

Lee Emily Carter .

Her hair was tied back and Her skin was pale. She looked weak. But even weak, she was powerful here.

The mob stepped aside as her father pushed her forward.

Jason locked eyes with her.

“Emily Carter …”

She looked away.

“No,” he said, stepping toward her. “You know I would never hurt you. Tell them. Please.”

Her lips trembled. For a second, something flickered in her eyes.

Then she said, barely above a whisper, “Even if you didn’t… I can’t defend you.”

“What?”

“I can’t go against my family. Not now.”

His heart cracked.

So that was it?

Not even a word about the kidney he gave her mother last year — the operation that nearly killed him. The scar he still carried. The pain he endured without complaint.

He remembered the way Mrs. Lee held his hand back then, sobbing, calling him a son. Promising she’d never forget.

Now she wouldn’t even look at him like a human being.

“You were all I had…” he whispered.

She didn’t answer.

She let her brother push her back through the crowd.

Then… It Happened

“Enough,” Brandon said. “You’ve had your fun.”

He raised his hand—and struck Jason across the face.

Hard.

The crowd gasped.

Jason staggered, blood on his lip.

Then two cousins threw him out of the plaza like trash. He hit the pavement hard.

Shirt torn, face scraped and Knees bleeding.

People gasped.

Some laughed.

Someone took a selfie with him in the background.

And then—thunder cracked the sky.

Loud, sharp and sudden.

Lightning flashed.

And for one breathless moment, time seemed to freeze.

Jason lay there, blinking up at the sky.

A voice echoed in his mind.

Louder than yesterday.

Clearer.

[System Alert: Reclaim Divinity: Trial One Initiated.]

His chest burned.

Faint gold light flickered under his skin — veins glowing briefly like molten lines.

No one noticed.

Not yet.

But something ancient had awakened.