Let's Break Up! She Is Comeback

Every time Cathy and her husband Lucas were intimate, she was always on top.

From this angle, Cathy could clearly see the lean muscles on Lucas's body, glistening with a thin layer of sweat.

Sexy and alluring.

Further up, his prominent Adam's apple, sharply defined jawline-

And a face that had driven countless women mad with obsession.

But no matter how handsome a man was, even he couldn't maintain his composure after nearly half an hour of aerobic exercise.

She was exhausted, collapsing onto his chest, her body drenched in sweat-whether it was hers or his, she couldn't tell.

Without much thought, she softly whispered into his ear, "Are we there yet?"

Tonight, Lucas seemed distracted, responding to her advances with an unusual indifference.

Cathy's thoughts wandered, and she absentmindedly asked, "Should we... try IVF instead?"

Before she could finish, Lucas abruptly shoved her off him without mercy.

Caught off guard, Cathy tumbled to the floor. Even with the thick carpet beneath her, the fall left her seeing stars and aching all over.

Whatever lingering emotions she had were instantly shattered.

Frowning slightly, she murmured, "Lucas, you-"

Lucas propped himself up on the edge of the bed. Whatever trace of desire he had was long replaced by cold detachment as he looked down at her.

In an icy tone, he asked, "Are you saying I can't do it?"

Cathy's flushed face stiffened for a moment. She hadn't meant that at all.

But instead of explaining, the words that left her lips were, "IVF has a higher success rate. Isn't your family eager for a grandson?"

Three years of marriage, and her belly remained flat.

She had visited both Western and Chinese doctors, taken endless medications, tried countless folk remedies-yet nothing worked.

Lucas lay back down, his voice devoid of emotion. "You think you're worthy of bearing my child?"

As Cathy struggled to get up, her gaze flickered toward the wheelchair at the foot of the bed.

It was an eyesore.

That wheelchair belonged to Lucas.

Three years ago, a car accident had left his legs paralyzed.

And the driver... was Cathy.

Yes, she was unworthy.

Their marriage was nothing more than a transaction-The Green family had offered a dowry worth billions in exchange for The Wilson family sparing her.

She had married Lucas as a woman atoning for her sins, bound to serve him.

Without a word, Cathy got up from the carpet, put on her clothes, and left the room.

-

Cathy never slept in Lucas's bedroom.

Though they were married, they lived in separate rooms.

Or rather, Lucas refused to let her stay with him.

She was only allowed into his room for that, and the moment it was over, she was thrown out.

The next morning, on her way to work, Cathy received a call from her best friend, Amy.

Amy's gossipy voice filled the car's speakers, "Did you see the trending news? Lucas's first love, Angela, has quietly returned to the country! The topic is skyrocketing up the charts!"

Hearing Angela's name, Cathy's heart sank.

No wonder Lucas had been so irritable last night-his most cherished person had come back.

And yet, he was another woman's husband now.

Who wouldn't be angry in his place?

Snapping out of her brief daze, Cathy responded coolly, "If it's all over the trending list, how is that low-profile?"

But Amy wasn't just calling about the news.

She asked bluntly, "Why is she back? To rekindle things with Lucas? Even if she's willing, I doubt Lucas would agree."

Amy scoffed. "She abandoned him when he was at his lowest-crippled, stripped of his former glory. She left the country without looking back. But now that you've taken care of him and he's getting better, she suddenly shows up again? If Lucas still goes running back to her, he's got no self-respect."

Cathy remained silent for a moment.

Amy, sensing something was off, cursed in disbelief.

"Don't tell me... Lucas really still worships her?"

"I don't know if he's still simping for her," Cathy paused for a moment, "but he definitely wants a divorce."

"Then divorce him!" Amy agreed wholeheartedly. "You've taken care of him for three years, and the moment his first love comes back, he kicks you aside? Why keep a man like that around?"

A divorce?

But it would cost her dearly.

-

Cathy knew she would run into Angela sooner or later-she just hadn't expected it to be so soon.

After parking in the company garage, she stepped out of her car and immediately spotted Angela emerging from a chauffeured vehicle.

Angela was beautiful, with the soft elegance of a Jiangnan woman-delicate brows, liquid eyes, exuding a quiet grace that stirred a man's protective instincts.

No wonder Lucas had never let go of her.

Seeing Cathy, Angela took the initiative to approach her, speaking gently, "Mrs. Green, long time no see."

Cathy gave her a calm, unreadable glance. Truth be told, they barely knew each other.

With a slight nod, she walked toward the elevator.

Angela followed. "From now on, I hope Mrs. Green can guide me at work."

Cathy's hand hesitated slightly as she pressed the elevator button. "If I remember correctly, Star Media hasn't signed a domestic contract with you yet, Miss Angela."

Angela looked surprised. "Lucas helped terminate my old contract. I'm now fully signed with Star Media. He didn't tell you?"

Star Media was one of Lucas's businesses.

Three years ago, when he was in a coma, the Wilson family patriarch had handed its management over to Cathy.

She had served as vice president ever since.

Yet, as the VP, she knew nothing about this deal.

Noticing Cathy's momentary pause, Angela looked a little embarrassed. "Maybe Lucas was worried I'd continue being suppressed by my former agency. He rushed to pay my termination fees with his personal account, so perhaps that's why Mrs. Green wasn't informed."

Officially, Cathy was the vice president of Star Media.

Privately, she was Lucas's wife.

And yet, she had no idea that her company had signed Angela-or that her husband had personally spent a fortune to free his first love.

Expressionless, Cathy simply replied, "Since you've joined Star Media, work hard. Resources are limited-earn them with your own merit."

Inside the elevator, it was just the two of them.

Angela's eyes reddened slightly. "I have no merit. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been forced to leave the country three years ago."

That wasn't the version Cathy had heard.

But did the truth even matter?

Angela was back now.

And she had joined Star Media.

That said everything about Lucas's stance.

Through the elevator's reflective surface, Cathy glanced at Angela's tear-filled eyes.

"There's no need to explain to me," she said indifferently. "Go talk to someone who actually believes you."

The elevator doors opened on the 24th floor-home to Star Media's executive offices, under the Wilson family's empire.

To Cathy's surprise, Lucas was standing outside, waiting.

Clearly, not for her.

As Angela stepped out, she "accidentally" bumped into Cathy's shoulder.

Cathy stumbled slightly.

Angela's face lit up with joy. "Lucas! What are you doing at the company?"

Unlike the cold distance he showed Cathy, Lucas was noticeably gentle with Angela.

It was strange-Cathy had never thought she would use the word gentle to describe Lucas.

For years, he had been nothing but cruel.

Especially to her.

Lucas's voice was calm. "It's your first day at the company. I came to check on you."

Angela smiled through misty eyes. "I'm not a child. Who needs someone to accompany them on their first day at work?"

Seeing her reddened eyes, Lucas's voice turned icy. "I just don't want you to be bullied."

So, he was capable of caring for someone like this.

Cathy reined in her emotions and stepped out of the elevator, addressing him respectfully. "President Wilson."

Lucas barely spared her a glance. "You'll personally oversee Angela from now on."

Cathy was caught off guard. "President Wilson, I don't specialize in talent management."

Lucas's patience was thin. His tone dropped a few degrees colder. "No need to. Just give her all the best resources."

With that, he didn't even wait for her response before leading Angela away.

As they walked off, Cathy overheard their conversation.

"She's not experienced in this field," Lucas said, "but she has connections and resources."

"I'm afraid Mrs. Green might be upset about this," Angela murmured.

Lucas's voice was indifferent.

"How dare she?"

Cathy's gaze lingered on Angela and Lucas as they left.

He didn't ask Angela to push his wheelchair-his assistant did it instead.

Cathy recalled how Lucas's mother had previously picked out a high-end, intelligent electric wheelchair for him. With just the movement of a finger, he could direct it anywhere he wanted.

Smart, convenient, effortless.

But Lucas refused it. He had said, Let Cathy push me.

For a while, no matter where Cathy was, the moment Lucas called, she had to rush back to push his wheelchair.

Even if it was just from the bedroom to the study.

It had been a way to torment her-naturally, he wouldn't subject his beloved to the same.

Cathy returned to her office.

Her assistant, Daisy, had been waiting, fuming as she whispered, "Sister Cathy, while you were gone, President Wilson told me to pass a message-he wants you to give the luxury endorsement you just secured to Angela."

Cathy's brows furrowed.

Daisy grumbled, "You worked so hard, traveling to France multiple times to negotiate this deal. Plus, you promised this endorsement to Alan as part of his contract. Even if President Wilson wants to please his little girlfriend, he can't just do this..."

No one in the company knew that Cathy was Lucas's wife.

But everyone knew that three years ago, Angela had been his.

Cathy changed course. "I'll go talk to President Wilson."

His office was just a few steps away on the same floor.

As she reached the door, she overheard their conversation inside.

Angela's voice was choked with tears. "No matter what, even if they put a gun to my head this time, I won't leave you again."

Lucas chuckled softly, comforting her. "With me here, let's see who dares put a gun to your head."

"But I have no rightful place..."

Lucas replied carelessly, "Then I'll make it rightful."

Perhaps the surprise came too fast, because Angela sounded astonished. "Really?"

Cathy neither knocked nor interrupted their syrupy reunion.

She had no interest in hearing her husband use divorce as a way to pacify another woman.

But his voice turned sharp and cold, calling her in.

"Get in here."

Angela, startled to discover someone had been "eavesdropping," gasped as she scrambled up from the floor-she had been crouching beside Lucas's legs, talking to him.

Cathy exhaled slowly and pushed open the door.

Angela flustered. "Oh, Mrs. Green! Are you here to see Lucas?"

Cathy ignored her and looked straight at Lucas, who was sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window.

She got straight to the point. "President Wilson, I've already promised the luxury endorsement to Alan as a signing condition. I can't give it to Miss Angela."

Lucas sat in his wheelchair, a black woolen blanket draped over his legs. His gaze was cold as he met Cathy's eyes.

The moment their eyes locked, tension crackled in the air.

It was Angela who broke the silence first, speaking considerately, "Lucas, since it's already been given to someone else, I shouldn't take it. Let's not make Mrs. Green's job difficult."

Lucas's tone softened as he replied, "Star Media was built for you. Whatever resources you want, they're yours."

Who wouldn't be moved by words like these?

Tears welled up in Angela's eyes. As if no one else was present, she murmured, "Lucas, thank you."

Cathy thought that if she weren't here, Angela would probably have thrown herself into Lucas's arms in gratitude.

After reassuring his beloved, Lucas finally turned his piercing gaze toward Cathy, his voice pressing down on her.

"Is it difficult?"

Yes.

Without Alan, her negotiations would fall through. Several finalized projects would need replacements, and those replacements might not achieve Alan's impact-potentially leading to losses.

The brand had also specifically wanted Alan. Swapping him for Angela would be hard to justify.

But before Cathy could formulate a response, Lucas cut her off.

"If you can do it, do it. If you can't, then don't bother being vice president anymore."

As expected, he didn't care about her predicament.

After a long silence, Cathy finally replied in a voice that was eerily calm.

"I'll follow President Wilson's instructions."