The return of the Divine supreme

chapter four

Jeremy’s voice cracked as he spoke, but there was steel in it.

“Did I tell you that I want to be part of this wicked family?” His voice echoed across the living room like a war cry. He pointed at each of them, his finger shaking with anger. “This family full of evil. This family with no respect, no love, no kindness for one another. Did I tell you that I wanted to belong here? Because I don’t. I want no part of this cursed home.”

Jeremy’s body trembled, not from fear but from the storm inside him. His chest rose and fell heavily as he stared at them all. For a long moment, the room was silent, only the sound of his ragged breathing filling the air. Then, suddenly, a wicked laughter broke from his lips.

It was not the laughter of a man amused. It was the laughter of a man crushed yet defiant, a man who had been wounded so deeply that his only shield left was madness. Tears rolled freely from the corners of his eyes, but they mixed with the laughter, making his expression all the more haunting.

“Over the years, you’ve done many things that hurt me, but I usually forgave and let them go. But this time, you’ve pushed me to the wall, and I promise I will never forgive or forget!” Jeremy threatened.

The sound made Patricia frown. Mrs. Raymond flinched. Even Mr. Raymond’s jaw tightened as if he was not expecting such a reaction.

Jeremy wiped his wet cheeks with the back of his hand, his lips curling into a bitter smile.

“I do not mind walking away right now and never returning again. In fact, I don’t even think there will ever be a reason for me to step foot in this God-forsaken house again.”

Mr. Raymond’s face turned red, his hands clenching into fists. He slammed his palm hard on the table beside him, the sound rattling the glasses on it.

“You fool!” Mr. Raymond thundered, his voice carrying the weight of authority. “How dare you speak to me like that in my own house!” His eyes blazed, daring Jeremy to say another word.

But Jeremy said nothing, though one could tell he was boiling deep within. He only held his head high, his chest heaving with the remnants of his laughter. He had already spoken his truth. He had nothing else to give them.

With a final sharp breath, he turned, ready to leave the house once and for all. His feet were already moving toward the door when another voice called out behind him.

“Jeremy.”

It was Steven. His tone was not mocking this time, at least not on the surface. It carried a practiced calm, a layer of fake humility that was almost too polished to be real.

Jeremy paused but did not turn immediately. His shoulders were tense, waiting.

Steven’s face softened, but there was a glint in his eyes that betrayed the performance. His lips curved into what looked like a concerned smile, but it felt forced, almost as if he was savoring the moment rather than truly apologizing.

“Jeremy, wait,” Steven said, his voice calm but strangely smooth, as though he was performing for an audience. “Please. I… I am sorry.”

Patricia’s head snapped toward Steven in shock, and Mrs. Raymond’s jaw nearly dropped. Mr. Raymond froze, his brows furrowed as if he could not believe what he was hearing.

Steven stepped closer, taking slow, deliberate steps like a man confident he was still in control. His eyes never left Jeremy, but there was a glint of amusement buried in them.

“I think I overstepped my boundaries,” Steven admitted, his voice gentle, but the corners of his lips threatened to curve into a smirk. “No father would ever be happy hearing another man speak the way I did about his daughter. It was cruel of me, and I admit it. I am honestly sorry.”

Jeremy turned slowly, his tear-streaked face unreadable. But deep inside, he could feel it. He could taste the mockery behind Steven’s words. This was no apology. This was a performance, a chance for Steven to look like the bigger man while rubbing Jeremy’s pain deeper into his skin.

Steven continued, his tone almost patronizing now.

“The truth is, with what has happened between me and Patricia in the past… with her being my ex… I understand now that I went too far. I should never have spoken about your daughter like that. It was wrong.”

He gave a soft sigh and tilted his head slightly, his voice almost pitying.

“Please believe me when I say this—I am honestly sorry.”

Jeremy’s lips twitched, his jaw tightening. He could see the faint smile that played on Steven’s lips, the way his eyes glowed with quiet satisfaction as if he was enjoying every second of watching Jeremy break. Steven wasn’t just apologizing—he was mocking him, taking pleasure in the fact that he had caused so much pain.

The room was still. The tension thickened as everyone absorbed his words.

Mrs. Raymond’s face twisted with disgust. She leaned forward in her seat, glaring at Steven like he had just committed the greatest betrayal.

“What are you doing, Steven?” she demanded sharply. “Why are you lowering yourself to beg this lowlife? If he wants to go, let him go! He does not deserve an apology. He is beneath us.”

Her words were laced with anger, her eyes narrowing in hatred.

Patricia added quickly, her face flushed with anger. She stepped beside Steven, her hand tugging his sleeve.

“Steven! Why are you begging him?” she snapped. “Jeremy is the one at fault here, not you. He slapped me, remember? All I did was help you with the pill, and instead of being reasonable, he turned it into drama! He could have replaced it easily, but he chose to embarrass me. Why should you be the one apologizing?”

Steven didn’t answer. A smug grin almost broke through his fake remorse before he caught himself. Jeremy saw it, though, and his chest tightened with rage.

Slowly, Jeremy’s lips curved into a bitter half-smile, his eyes burning into Patricia’s.

“Congratulations, Patricia,” he said, each word laced with poison. “Congratulations for thinking everything is just drama. To you, everything is always a performance, isn’t it? Always a stage where you get to look like the victim.”

Patricia’s face hardened, her arms crossing.

“Oh, spare me your lectures, Jeremy. You are the one turning small matters into war.”

Jeremy’s eyes glistened with tears again, but his laughter returned, cold and sharp. He shook his head slowly, his chest heaving.

“Oh, Patricia,” he whispered, his tone deadly calm. “Newsflash.”

The room seemed to freeze. Everyone’s eyes locked on him as he straightened, his voice growing stronger.

“Our daughter Mia is dead.”

Patricia blinked, her lips parting but no sound coming out. Mrs. Raymond gasped audibly, her hand flying to her mouth. Mr. Raymond’s brows furrowed in confusion, his body stiffening.

Jeremy’s tears flowed freely now, but his voice stayed firm.

“Yes. Dead. And do you know why?” His eyes stabbed into Patricia’s like blades. “Because of you, Patricia. Because of your carelessness. Because you decided to hand over the only remaining pills our daughter was supposed to take. You knew her condition. You knew what that medicine meant to her survival. But you gave it away. You gave it to Steven.”

Jeremy’s body trembled as he took a step closer, his voice breaking with pain.

“Mia trusted you. She depended on you. And now she is gone. Gone because of your selfish choices.”