The Rejected Son-In-Law Is A Reincarnated God

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Doctor’s Office – The Impossible

Upper East Side – Private OB/GYN Clinic

The walls were too white. Too quiet.

Emily sat on the exam table in a backless gown, staring at the floor tiles like they could rearrange themselves into something that made sense. Her palms were clammy. Her heartbeat wasn’t steady.

I can’t be pregnant. I can’t still be…

Dr. Hendricks entered the room with a tablet in one hand and a look of professional confusion. Not concern. Just confusion.

“Ms. Lee,” he said gently. “We just completed your scan.”

Emily swallowed. “And?”

He hesitated—just enough to make her breath catch.

“You’re still pregnant.”

Silence.

“That’s not—” She gripped the paper sheet beneath her. “I lost it. Months ago. I—there was trauma. There was blood.”

Dr. Hendricks tapped the screen. He rotated the tablet toward her.

On the monitor was the ultrasound image. The usual grainy black-and-white blur, except…

At the center pulsed something different.

A glow. Faint, golden. Rhythmic.

“I’ve never seen this before,” the doctor muttered. “The fetus is… active. But there’s a secondary pulse I can’t identify. Not cardiac. It’s almost—electromagnetic.”

Emily’s fingers trembled as she reached toward the screen.

It’s real. It’s alive…

“Have you enrolled in any experimental biotech studies?” Dr. Hendricks asked slowly. “Gene therapies, quantum immuno-boosters, anything from overseas?”

Emily looked at him like he was insane. “No.”

He wrote something down quickly, concern now peeking through his calm. “I’m referring you to a specialist. Unofficially. She works in quantum biology.”

“Quantum—?”

“It’s fringe. But so is this.”

Later that night, Emily sat cross-legged on her bed, lights off, staring at her stomach.

Her hands hovered over her skin.

A pulse of warmth answered.

Faint light flickered beneath her skin—gold threads spiraling across her abdomen before fading like breath on glass.

What are you…?

The word wasn’t fear. Not yet. But it was something close.

She pressed her palms flat and whispered, “Jason…”

Lee Estate – Morning

The sun blasted through the wide windows of the Hamptons estate, but the room felt colder than usual.

Mrs. Lee stood by the fireplace, arms crossed tightly. Emily stood across from her, shaking.

“You knew,” Emily said. Her voice cracked. “You knew I was still pregnant.”

Mrs. Lee’s jaw tensed. “Sit down, Emily.”

“You drugged me,” she said, ignoring the order. “You said it was for the trauma, for the nerves, but—”

“You were unstable,” Mrs. Lee snapped. “And that thing inside you wasn’t normal.”

Emily took a step forward. “It’s not a thing. It’s my child.”

“It’s a tether,” Mrs. Lee hissed. “To something ancient. Something we can’t control. I begged your father to let it be removed months ago. He refused. He thought it might give us leverage against Jason.”

Emily’s heart dropped. “Leverage?”

Mrs. Lee looked away. “I protected this family the way I always have. Quietly. Without emotion.”

“You mean without humanity.”

For the first time, Mrs. Lee’s composure slipped. Just for a second.

“You have no idea what that child will become,” she said quietly. “And neither do I.”

That night, Emily stood in front of the mirror.

Her hands trembled again—but this time, she wasn’t afraid.

She placed them gently over her stomach, eyes closed.

A warm light surged under her skin.

Brighter this time.

She gasped—and then everything stopped.

The world went still.

The air hung in place. Curtains froze mid-sway. Even the hum of electricity paused.

And then…

A tiny voice.

Inside her head. Inside her bones.

“Mother.”

Emily fell to her knees, gasping.

No… I didn’t imagine that. I couldn’t have.

And around her, in the stillness, a low hum began — ancient, soft, vibrating at the edge of time.

Reality stuttered.

The System whispered.

System Prompt: Divine Anchor Reactivated. Celestial Line Confirmed.

Emily stared at the mirror.

Behind her reflection stood a glowing silhouette of a child—genderless, haloed in gold, eyes closed in peace.

Then it vanished.

Time resumed.

And Emily was left kneeling in the dark, clutching her stomach as tears spilled down her cheeks.

It’s not over, she thought. It never was.