The Rejected Son-In-Law Is A Reincarnated God

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Lee Estate, Hamptons

Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the estate’s grand parlor, lighting up polished floors and tasteful art. But beauty did nothing to calm Catherine Lee’s rage.

The crystal vase shattered against the far wall, spraying shards across the marble.

“He humiliated us. In public. On camera. With cameras, Robert!”

Mr. Lee barely blinked. He stood near the window, watching the waves crash beyond their sprawling lawn. Former U.S. ambassador. Billionaire entrepreneur. And now, a man watching his legacy unravel like cheap thread.

“You think I don’t know that?” he said, voice low. “The board is panicking. Every hour, another investor pulls out. Half our portfolio’s frozen. The other half’s radioactive.”

“Because of him! Because of you! You always coddled Brandon—”

“Coddled? I warned him not to chase crypto hype with family money. He didn’t listen.”

Catherine turned on him, red-faced. “Then why are you standing there like we can fix this?! He’s being ripped apart by the media! SEC will come next. And God help us if the FBI catches up to that Cayman account—”

Robert Lee turned, voice clipped.

“We cut him off now. Publicly. Completely. Brandon is toxic. We sever him or we go down with him.”

Catherine looked like he’d slapped her. “That’s your son.”

“And that was our reputation he burned.”

The silence that followed was too loud. Outside, a gardener trimmed roses along the hedge line, oblivious to the civil war blooming behind the glass.

Upstairs – Emily’s Bedroom

Emily sat cross-legged on the edge of her bed, tablet in hand, livestream paused at a still frame of Jason Carter—mid-sentence, mouth slightly open, eyes locked with the camera.

The chat replay scrolled by in silence:

🔥 12K watching

#JudgmentDay

“Lee Family lied for YEARS.”

“Jason was framed. Watch part 3!”

“Brandon’s gonna run to Dubai lol.”

She stared at the screen, lips slightly parted.

“What if… he really didn’t do it?”

Her voice sounded foreign, even to herself. Small and very Unsure. Maybe she was too harsh to him, she thought.

The door creaked open. Catherine stepped inside, composed again, her fury folded neatly back beneath pearls and pale lipstick.

She saw the tablet and stopped.

“Still clinging to fairy tales?”

Emily didn’t answer. She only blinked at the frozen image of Jason, weathered suit, steady eyes and righteous fury.

Catherine’s tone turned ice-cold.

“Don’t let pity cloud your judgment. That thing that used to be inside you already tried to ruin everything.”

Emily flinched. Her hand drifted instinctively to her stomach, cradling it through the fabric of her sundress.

Thing.

Not child. Not baby. Not even mistake. Just… thing.

Catherine stared a moment longer, then turned and walked out.

The click of the door echoed like a lock turning.

Downtown Manhattan – Lee Global Ventures HQ

The crowd outside had grown since morning.

Protesters waved signs while some handmade, some printed in sleek, blood-red fonts:

“Liars in Armani.”

“Where’s the Money, Brandon?”

“Truth = Jason.”

“Horrible in-laws”

Camera crews parked by the sidewalk. Reporters shouted questions as corporate execs snuck out the back exits like cockroaches.

A giant screen on a nearby rooftop billboard looped a highlight reel:

Jason Carter (from livestream):

“This was never about revenge. It’s about the truth. And now… the world’s finally watching.”

Across the ticker feed:

BREAKING: Lee Global under federal investigation

#JudgmentDay trends #1 on X and TikTok

CNBC: Carter’s Crusade — fallen monster or divine messenger?

In a studio across town, a late-night talk show host leaned toward the camera:

“So… Jason Carter. The guy we were all told was a convicted lunatic and failed husband… just dropped financial receipts on the richest family in America. I mean, come on—this is N*****x material.”

There were laughter and applause.

Then:

“But here’s what no one’s talking about. Those… circuit-like veins? Glowing under his skin? That wasn’t CGI, folks.”

The audience went quiet.

“So I gotta ask—was Jason Carter just wronged? Or is he something else entirely?”

Later That Night – Emily’s Room

The wind picked up outside the estate, rustling trees like whispers.

Emily sat alone in the dark, the tablet forgotten on her nightstand. She’d been staring out the window, watching the moonlight roll across the lawn, when something drew her attention.

The pillow.

She turned slowly, heart thudding.

Resting neatly at the center of her bed was a glowing pendant—small, teardrop-shaped, nestled in the sheets like it had always belonged there.

But she’d never seen it before.

Fear gripped her… she narrowed her eyes.It pulsed with a soft, golden light. Not harsh. Almost… alive.

“What the hell…” she whispered, reaching out.

The moment her fingers brushed the surface, a whisper filled the room, not in sound, but in sensation. A presence.

“He still lives… so does the child.”

Emily gasped, pulling her hand back, eyes wide. Her other hand flew to her stomach.

The pendant pulsed again.

Then another voice followed sharper, more mechanical, like code had learned to speak emotion:

System Whisper:

Divine Link Reactivated.

Bloodline Anchor Restored.

Emily backed away from the bed.

“Jason…”

Outside, thunder cracked far off over the ocean.

And deep within her… something began to stir.