The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 167: They Are Villains After All

They are not real lives in this world.

But villainous characters who have come to life from a book.

Their destinies have long been written among the pages, with clear and brutal endings.

She herself had considered it.

During those nights, she thought countless times, perhaps...

Perhaps they could be different.

Perhaps she could let her guard down, bond with them sincerely, in exchange for a truly stable relationship.

But Kaelan Hawthorne’s actions completely woke her up.

The Kaelan who once trusted her, treated her as family, ultimately betrayed her due to the book’s fate.

She couldn’t naively believe that a few days of tenderness would dissolve the hatred buried deep in their bones.

That resentment, accumulated from years of being bound, controlled, and belittled.

Couldn’t be easily smoothed over with a few soft words or an act of protection.

Perhaps his kindness towards her was merely a rational influence.

Or maybe, this gentleness itself was a meticulously arranged illusion.

Only to wait until she’s completely relaxed, her defenses down, before delivering a ruthless blow.

After all, in the book’s conclusion, they are ultimately villains.

And she is the source of their hatred.

Seraphina Caldwell kept her head lowered.

"Silas Shaw’s matter is over, can we now... go find my father?"

As soon as the words fell, the room plunged into dead silence.

In this silence, her fox ears and tail uncontrollably emerged.

Wyatt Yardley listened, his chest tightened so he couldn’t breathe.

She didn’t directly mention breaking the contract, didn’t say harsh words like "I’m leaving you."

But the words "find father" were sharper than anything else.

She wanted to find someone to rely on, wanted to return to a place that could offer her security.

And the only one who could let her completely be at ease was her father, who was of Purple Rank, noble status, and immense power.

Wyatt Yardley’s fingers tightly clawed at the bed’s edge, the veins on his arm bulging one by one.

A blaze of anger burned inside him.

But this fire had nowhere to be vented; he couldn’t rage at her, nor forcibly keep her.

He couldn’t stop her from seeking her father.

She had the right to choose her own home, the right to seek refuge.

Yet her indifferent and distant demeanor made him uncomfortable.

He lifted his gaze, still resting on her.

"I have some matters to attend to. Once I’m done, we’ll head out to find your father."

With that, he finally shifted his gaze, no longer looking at Seraphina Caldwell.

He turned, raising his hand to lift the heavy Beast Skin curtain hanging by the doorway.

Seraphina Caldwell stared at the curtain that was still swaying, her gaze vacant.

As she kept her head down earlier, her sight fell directly on Wyatt Yardley’s hand.

She clearly saw his clenched fist.

That hand, with bulging veins, instinctively made her whole body tense.

At that moment, she thought he would rush over, grab her by the throat, and ask why she wanted to escape.

But he did not.

He didn’t say more than a word, agreed to her request, then turned and left.

And she could only sit in place, unmoving.

She suddenly relaxed, leaning back against the soft Beast Skin bed.

Closing her eyes, she exhaled slowly.

The room was extremely quiet.

Seraphina Caldwell’s mind gradually started to turn.

The rainy season was coming, and deep within the forest, low thunder rumbled, forecasting the arrival of continuous torrential rains.

At this time, everyone in the tribe must hurry to stockpile food and medicine.

Prey needed to be salted and dried, herbs needed to be dried and sorted.

Otherwise, once the rain curtains fell, the mountain roads would become muddy, making travel extremely dangerous.

Yet at such a critical moment, why did her father suddenly leave home?

When he left, he only said one sentence.

"I’m going to find you a suitable Beast Husband."

But is this really believable?

Might it be...

He didn’t leave for that reason?

She suddenly sat upright on the bed.

Her mind suddenly conjured the image of Ian Brighton’s chest with that fox mark.

She had casually seen that pattern once.

At the time, it seemed peculiar, but she didn’t care much.

But now thinking back, it was clearly a fox with fiery tails.

And that pattern was identical to her father’s chest, both being foxes.

Identical, even the details matched perfectly.

Her father’s mark remained, which meant his partner should still be alive.

In their tribe’s legend, the Beast Seal symbolized a Soul Contract.

Only when both partners are alive, the mark remains clear and unfaded.

Once one dies, the other’s mark gradually blurs, until it disappears.

Yet her father’s mark remained vividly clear.

So her mother...

Must still be alive somewhere in this world.

But her father has never mentioned her.

Not even once.

Even when Seraphina Caldwell asked as a child, he only silently shook his head.

She suddenly remembered, in the original protagonist’s memory, her father would hide every rainy season to drink a bitter medicine.

That medicinal broth was dark brown, pungent.

He always boiled it alone late at night, then with his back toward the door, swallowed mouthfuls.

At the time, the original protagonist was still young, secretly watched through a gap.

Only remembered her father’s face being pale as paper, curled up in a corner, uncontrollably trembling.

Back then, she didn’t understand what was happening, only knowing her father was in great pain.

Now thinking about it, her father was an adult male, in his prime.

Yet all these years, he raised her alone, never remarried, nor showed any signs of a partner.

This wasn’t logical.

The only explanation was that he’d been relying on medicine to forcibly suppress the impulses of the mating season.

In the Beastfolk bloodline, during certain seasons, especially around the rainy season, the beast nature within would be naturally awakened.

Without a partner to soothe, it could easily spiral out of control.

At best, self-harm, using pain to suppress instincts.

At worst, rampage, hurting others, even destroying the entire tribe.

But this time, he suddenly went out, without much explanation.

Could it be because...

His body can’t take it anymore?

Seraphina Caldwell’s eyes suddenly brightened.

Father must have gone to find mother!

He must be unable to suppress the longing within.

Even knowing leaving back then was wrong, even knowing mother might not welcome him, he still chose to set out.

And before this, he made arrangements in advance.

He knew once he set out, his daughter would be left unattended.

So he discreetly selected five reliable Beast Husband candidates for her.

Later, when hearing she was unhappy, she rejected them one by one for various reasons.

He did not scold her, instead he personally visited all the surrounding tribes before the rainy season approached.

Just to find her another suitable candidate.

It turns out all of this wasn’t coincidence.

It wasn’t simply "finding a Beast Husband."

But a father, knowing he might not return, paving the last emergency route for his daughter.

Father’s departure this time was made with the plan of not coming back!

Seraphina Caldwell’s heart tightened.

Though they weren’t related by blood, all these years, each bit of warmth he gave was genuine.