The return of the Divine supreme

Chapter one

It was a rainy evening. The streets were crowded with people rushing home, eager to escape the cold drops that beat down from the sky. To most, it was a time to settle in and find warmth, but not for Jeremy. He was behind the wheel, his jaw locked tight, his fists gripping the steering so hard his knuckles turned pale. The leather squeaked beneath his palms, the sound sharp in the silence of the car. His chest rose and fell fast, each breath fueled by anger that was eating at him from the inside.

However, his eyes were fixed on the road, but his thoughts spun in circles.

‘This cannot be true. No, this should not even be possible. Patricia… no, I hope she didn’t do this. There must be a mistake. There has to be a mistake somewhere.’

His voice cracked in the car, as though saying it out loud would change what he feared. Yet the more he repeated it, the tighter his hands pressed against the wheel, the more the truth burned his insides.

The rain beat harder against the windshield, blurring the road ahead, but Jeremy didn’t care. Fury was steering him faster than the car itself. His face was pale, yet his eyes carried fire. From the outside, one look at him was enough to know he wasn’t just angry. He was boiling, desperate for answers that made sense of the madness tearing him apart.

Soon the familiar road curved into sight. His destination was the grand mansion that belonged to his wife’s family, the Raymonds. The very place where, perhaps, the truth sat waiting for him. He didn’t think twice. The car jerked to a stop, and before the engine could settle, Jeremy was already out, the rain soaking into his shirt and clinging to his skin.

He didn’t even bother to pull the umbrella from the backseat. His steps were heavy, splashing against the puddles as he marched toward the gate.

Upon seeing Jeremy, the guards hesitated, shocked by the sight of him, half-soaked, his face dark, his eyes blazing — but they didn’t dare block his way. Without a word, he stormed past them and into the mansion.

At that moment, as Jeremy stormed into the living room, the air grew heavy. His soaked shoes left wet trails across the polished marble floor, and yet he didn’t notice. His eyes, sharp and burning, scanned the room. That was when they landed on the people sitting there — Mr. Raymond, stern and proud as always, his wife seated beside him with her hands folded neatly on her lap. And there, just a little farther away, was Patricia.

But what stopped Jeremy cold — what pierced him like a knife into his chest — was the man seated right next to her. Steven. His wife’s ex-boyfriend.

Jeremy’s fists clenched at his sides. The veins in his neck stiffened as his chest rose with deep, angry breaths. For a moment, he couldn’t even speak. His heart thudded so loud in his ears that the whole room seemed to echo with it.

Then he took a step forward, his eyes never leaving Patricia. His half-soaked shirt clung to him, water dripping onto the rug, but he didn’t care. His steps carried weight, like each one was dragging his fury closer to her.

But before he could open his mouth, a sharp voice cut through the silence from behind him.

“Have you gone mad, Jeremy? Is something wrong with you? How dare you barge into this house looking like this? Just look at yourself — dirty clothes, dripping water, staining the floor as if this place is some street corner. Where has this man even come from?”

It was Mr. Raymond, his voice filled with disgust and authority, his eyes narrowed at the mess Jeremy had brought into his pristine home.

Immediately everyone in the room turned their eyes toward Jeremy, waiting. Perhaps they thought he would bow his head, mutter an apology, or at the very least acknowledge his father-in-law’s harsh words. But Jeremy didn’t even flinch. He didn’t turn. He didn’t give Mr. Raymond the satisfaction of a single glance.

Instead, his voice broke the silence, firm and heavy, directed straight at Patricia.

“How dare you,” Jeremy said, his words trembling with rage. “How dare you do something so careless… so disastrous. Patricia, how dare you?”

Hearing Jeremy’s words, Patricia’s brows furrowed, and she turned her face toward Jeremy with a confused look, her lips parting slightly as if she couldn’t believe what he was saying. Her eyes carried a mixture of shock and irritation, as though she wanted to dismiss his words before he even finished.

Jeremy’s chest heaved. His voice came out raw, sharp with anger. “Don’t play dumb with me, woman! Don’t you dare act like you don’t know what you did.” His fists tightened at his sides, and his whole body trembled, not from fear but from fury and heartbreak that boiled together in his veins.

He stepped closer, pointing a shaking finger at her. “The only pill… the only thing that’s been keeping our daughter safe, keeping her alive, making sure she doesn’t die before I find the final cure to her situation. That pill was her lifeline! And when she needed it the most — when she was lying on that hospital bed, weak and barely breathing — you couldn’t even give it to her.” His voice cracked at the end, his anger breaking into something more painful, his tone quivering with both rage and grief.

Jeremy’s face twisted, his eyes glistening with unshed tears as he forced the words out. “Instead… instead you chose to take that pill, the one thing standing between life and death for our little girl, and you gave it to him. To your ex-boyfriend. To Steven!” His voice rose, echoing through the walls, filled with disbelief that such betrayal could even be spoken aloud.

For a moment, the room was silent. Patricia’s shoulders lifted and fell as she exhaled slowly, then shook her head, almost disappointed by Jeremy’s words, her lips curling into a faint frown. She didn’t flinch from his words; instead, she sighed like someone forced to deal with a child who couldn’t understand reason.

“So that’s the reason you’re angry and acting up?” she asked, her tone sharp yet strangely calm. “Just because of that? Because of something so little?” She raised her chin slightly, her voice carrying a cold edge as if she was trying to make him feel foolish. “Jeremy, it is not a big deal. It was a normal thing to do, a normal procedure in the hospital.”

She crossed her arms, her eyes steady on him. “Yes, our daughter wasn’t fine, I agree with that. But Steven’s condition was far worse. His state was more severe, more life-threatening than hers. So I did what I needed to do. I made the right decision, the decision any reasonable person in my place would have made.”

Her tone hardened, her words cutting like steel. “As the one who had to decide, I judged it best to give the remaining pill to Steven. By morning, we were going to get more pills, and our daughter would have been fine. That’s what I did, and it worked perfectly fine.”