The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 163: Maybe We Should Just Forget It

How did it come to this?

Only the discarded males would be taken away by their family openly under the guise of "welcoming back".

It’s a symbol of disgrace, a full stop to a marriage.

But they haven’t done anything wrong...

They’ve always been obedient, compliant, striving to please, living cautiously...

Why do they still end up like this?

His eyes burned, and tears unexpectedly welled up.

"Female Master..."

Ethan Sinclair remained silent, but his hands were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

He lifted his face up, staring firmly at Selene.

"You’re... really abandoning us?"

His voice trembled, as if squeezed out from deep within his throat.

"In the past, I was disobedient, talked back to you, made you angry... but I’ve changed now, I really have..."

"I’m no longer reckless, impulsive, I listen to you in everything... I beg you, don’t drive us away, please?"

Evan Sinclair didn’t speak, but he didn’t dare to breathe loudly.

Those years of her cold words, disdainful glances, indifferent disregard...

Now it all comes back.

He finally understood how he had hurt her, now receiving the retribution in turn.

He had no right to ask for her forgiveness, even less to hope that she would keep them.

Selene sighed softly.

She didn’t want them to know that Lady Lynn once knelt at the gates of The Royal Palace, begging her to reunite them mother and sons.

But since Lady Lynn was willing to take them back...

It showed that deep down, she’s always cared about her two sons.

"Things are different now."

"Lady Lynn’s willingness to take you in shows she still loves you."

"Her humility in pleading for you, that sincerity, is more important than anything else."

"Besides... haven’t you long wanted to divorce me?"

She paused, glancing over the two.

"I agree."

As her words landed, Ethan sprang up, his chair toppled backward.

His lips sealed into a tight line, fangs silently emerged.

The fur on his arms spread rapidly, muscles rippled beneath the skin, signs of beastly transformation became irresistible.

Evan watched his brother, throat burning, unable to voice a single word.

He couldn’t accept it.

Before, they preferred divorce, expulsion, anything to escape her.

Simply because they thought she was cold, ruthless, a venomous woman.

But now, as divorce truly arrived, they realized, the feeling of abandonment, is far more painful than imagined.

She gave birth to such a cuddly little girl for Shaw.

When the child was born, her cries were soft, her little face wrinkled.

Yet once her eyes opened, she beamed at Selene.

Every time she laughed, Selene involuntarily smiled.

They... do they still deserve to say "don’t want her"?

Who was it that knelt at the door begging to come in back then?

Evan quietly walked to Ethan’s side, muscles tensing slightly as he placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder.

"Don’t quarrel with your wife."

He knew his brother felt wronged, but he knew even more clearly.

Sulking wouldn’t solve anything.

Those words were like a bucket of ice water, pouring over, causing Ethan’s eyes to instantly redden.

"I’ll go back to the room first... if the wife finds us annoying, we’ll just show up less."

Finished, he tugged at his brother’s coat, not daring to raise his head, as if escaping.

He just wanted to quickly retreat to the room, to the place where her scent still lingered.

Even if it’s just a momentary illusion, it’s better than standing outside, abandoned.

Selene watched their backs, just as the door was about to close.

"Remember to pack your luggage; the steward will arrive soon."

As she spoke, she didn’t even look up to see them.

The response was a dull "bang".

The door was shut with force.

That sound caused the corridor lights to flicker slightly.

Evan, dragged into the room by Ethan, collapsed onto the bed, a familiar scent wafting into his nose.

It was the scent left behind by Selene.

A mix of her usual rose balm with a hint of herbs.

Now lingering on the pillow, like she had been there once.

He closed his eyes, breathing greedily.

Lately, she’s been soaking herself in the greenhouse, tending to the plants and flowers, unwilling to even glance at them.

She wore simple cotton dresses, sleeves rolled to her elbows, squatting by the flower rack for hours.

Sunlight spilled in from the glass ceiling, landing on her hair.

Her gaze, gentle beyond words, as she looked down.

But that gentleness never extended to them.

Ethan once thought she liked those plants, believing she had a tender little girl like herself in her belly.

He even secretly wondered, whose eyes would the child have?

Would her smile resemble hers?

He hoped she would have Selene’s brows, Evan’s nose, paired with his goofy smile.

He even secretly knitted a small sweater, hiding it in the box under the bed, stitches awkward and crooked, yet each one filled with hope.

But... why must they be driven away?

"So annoying!"

He grabbed the pillow and threw it hard at the wall.

Yet as the fragrance scattered, he froze.

But the next second, he frantically patted down the wrinkles, afraid to lose that lingering scent.

It was the scent left by his wife.

He didn’t know when he’d be able to smell it next.

Evan looked at his brother, his heart aching.

He wanted to laugh, but couldn’t.

He wanted to curse, but didn’t know who to blame.

He could only sit by the bed, watching Ethan cling to the pillow and sob like a child.

In the past, they took turns serving their wife.

Now his brother was pampered enough to end up on the bed, and he hadn’t even received a proper glance.

He had been the pillar of the family, his brother’s support, Selene’s most trusted ally.

But now, her gaze seemed to take him for a stranger.

"I absolutely won’t leave."

"We’re both married Beastmen, who ever heard of married ones returning to their maiden family? That’s being discarded!"

Once a Beastman marriage contract is forged, it’s lifelong without abandonment.

Tied together by blood and vows, how could they break it just like that?

He refused to believe she could be so heartless.

His fists were clenched tight, his voice trembling. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"We didn’t do anything wrong, why should we be chased away?"

They didn’t betray, didn’t defy, didn’t stir up trouble.

They just loved her too much, love that’s humble, love so cautious even their breath.

How old was he?

His eyes were already reddened.

In front of outsiders, he was the elder brother, he had to hold up.

But before his brother, he was just a child who hadn’t grown up, didn’t need to pretend to be strong.

He wrapped his arms around Ethan, choked up, voice hoarse.

"Don’t be afraid... I’m here."

Ethan cried persistently.

"Bro... Does wife really no longer want us?"

"I’ll listen, I’ll do anything, I won’t leave... I don’t want to leave..."

Heath’s fingers trembled lightly, fingertips nearly uncontrollably twitching.

He stared blankly ahead.

The woman was crouching on the carpet, playfully bonding with a furry fox.

But this warm scene made his heart tighten, his throat seemed clogged.

He gritted his teeth, hesitated for a long time, finally summoning the courage, speaking cautiously, in a low voice: "Married husband... going back to the maiden family... doesn’t seem right. If outsiders knew, they’d sure gossip... how about... how about just letting it be."