I'll Marry Your Brother (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
Leaving Ji Han behind, whose burning glare looked ready to explode at any moment, I moved my feet forward.
Even as I walked, the thought of Ji Han, who hadn’t been able to say a word, sent shivers through my whole body.
It was the first time in five years of knowing him that I’d seen that expression—utter helplessness dawning on his face.
Jae Ha left the wine bar and headed toward the elevator leading to his room.
Even though I’d slipped out of Ji Han’s sight, he still gripped my wrist tightly.
My wrist, held fast in his large hand, felt feverishly hot.
“I’ll go home now.”
“…….”
“Mr. Seo Jae Ha?”
Was he really planning to take me to his room? Jae Ha stopped in front of the elevator and pressed the button.
The show meant to irritate Seo Ji Han should’ve ended right about here.
Yet, even when I called out to him again, he didn’t budge an inch.
Was he really going to take me up to his room?
“……Can’t you hear me? I said it’s fine for me to go home.”
As I twisted my body to pull my wrist free, the jacket draped over my shoulders began to slip off.
“Sigh… Just stay still. Do you even know what you look like right now?”
Startled by his gentle hands re-buttoning my slipping jacket, I flinched.
“See that man sitting in the lobby? The one with the tablet.”
“Huh? …Yes.”
When I turned my eyes where Jae Ha indicated, I saw a man seated on the central sofa in the lobby.
His gaze—sweeping the surroundings with his tablet—was sharp and piercing.
Just as that man’s eyes were about to meet mine,
Jae Ha stepped in front of me again, his broad back blocking my view, and whispered,
“He’s a reporter. Famous for covering all sorts of gossip about the business elite.”
‘Of all times, there just had to be a reporter here…?’
The absurd timing made me frown involuntarily.
Now I finally understood what Jae Ha was getting at.
After all, my wine-drenched appearance was attention-grabbing enough on its own.
Just then, Jae Ha pushed me into the empty elevator that had opened and curled the corners of his lips into a smirk.
“If you don’t want to end your revenge today, then listen to me.”
“Sigh…”
My eyes accidentally met the reporter’s in the distance, and I quickly looked away.
Though it was only a brief glance, his hyena-like, gleaming eyes sent chills crawling over my skin.
Yet I couldn’t bring myself to decide, unable to lift my finger from the “open door” button.
Just as I stood helplessly stuck in indecision,
“You said you wanted to hear it, right?”
Jae Ha, who had been standing by the elevator doors, stepped closer, fully blocking my view.
He placed a card into my free hand.
“I’ll give you my answer about the proposal you made to me back then.”
His gaze seemed to say, “If you really want to hear it, come upstairs quietly.”
Meeting him today hadn’t been meant to land me in this awkward situation.
With a quiet sigh, I finally lifted my finger from the “open door” button.
Seemingly satisfied with my decision, he too stepped back from the elevator doors.
“Oh, and if you feel uncomfortable, you can wear my clothes.”
How was I supposed to wear that…?
With a lazy smile, he watched me through the slowly closing elevator gap.
Jae Ha’s suite was located on the highest Royal Floor.
True to the room he’d stay in, everything was impeccably neat and orderly, as if measured with a ruler.
“This doesn’t even look like a place where people live.”
I turned around after admiring the beautiful view beyond the window.
I started to sit on the sofa by the window but stood back up, remembering I was still soaked in wine.
Until coming up to his room, I hadn’t seriously considered changing clothes.
But after checking my reflection in the mirror, I realized I had no choice left.
Not only was my blouse clinging damply to my skin—my wet hair was a complete mess too.
“I guess I can take a shower.”
After much hesitation, I finally stepped into the bathroom.
The moment I came out, having finished my shower and changed into one of Jae Ha’s oversized shirts,
I met Jae Ha standing inside the room as I shook out my wet hair.
He stood there looking just as startled as I felt.
‘When the heck did he get here?’
I involuntarily sucked in a sharp breath.
His eyes followed the droplets of water trailing down strands of hair stuck to my cheeks.
Then his deep gaze slowly traveled from my forehead down to my eyes, nose, and lips.
“I didn’t expect you to greet me like this…”
He grimaced slightly—as if catching the citrus scent rising from me—now that I’d used his shower cologne, his fragrance clung to me too.
“Oh… I sent the blouse for dry cleaning. They said they’d handle it at the front desk.”
Glancing down, I noticed his hands—empty, though he’d gone out to buy clothes.
I wasn’t sure whether he’d just come in or arrived upon hearing movement.
“I wore this because you said I could borrow your clothes.”
Among the shirts filling the closet I’d opened for the first time, I’d simply grabbed the first one my hand touched.
I’d considered wearing something other than a shirt, but rummaging through someone else’s wardrobe felt too intrusive.
An amused, almost incredulous chuckle slipped from Jae Ha’s lips.
“There probably was a T-shirt around somewhere… Anyway, couldn’t you have at least dried your hair before coming out?”
As his eyes followed my figure down to my bare legs, his pupils darkened noticeably.
Only then did I realize how I must look.
My face instantly flushed hot, and I stepped back a pace from him.
“If you keep backing away like that, it’ll just be more obvious.”
I’d wanted to hide—but his quiet remark that it was “more obvious” froze me in place.
Just as my heart pounded helplessly in my chest,
Jae Ha let out a deep, murmured sigh and walked toward the inner living room.
I hadn’t meant to follow him on purpose—
yet I found myself trailing behind him.
On the table before the sofa sat a pot of herbal tea, its soothing aroma already filling the air—who knew how long it had been prepared?
“But weren’t you going out to buy clothes?”
“There weren’t any nearby stores open, so I was just about to send my secretary.”
“Oh… It must be hard to find anything this late. I can just wear the blouse once it’s dry.”
They’d said it would only take a couple of hours, so I planned to leave as soon as it was ready.
My original plan—to quietly discuss my previous proposal over a drink at the wine bar—had been completely ruined.
‘The moment I ran into those two, everything shattered.’
How had things ended up like this?
“The time it takes to dry clean your blouse will probably be about the same as how long it takes my secretary to bring new clothes.”
“…….”
“Just wear the new outfit. Take off what doesn’t fit.”
The oversized shirt clearly didn’t suit me. Seeing me still hesitate, he spoke softly,
“And right now, it’s better if you stay here.”
His eyes gleamed with a faint, suggestive glint as he continued,
“Seo Ji Han must be going crazy wondering what we’re doing right now. We should at least leave him something to imagine, don’t you think?”
In the end, we agreed to stay together until my blouse finished dry cleaning.
And so, silence settled once more between us.
Aside from the soft sound of me sipping tea, the room was utterly still.
Unbothered by the quiet, Jae Ha had picked up a book from the sofa and started reading.
‘Should I ask him now—what his answer is about that proposal?’
Truthfully, that was why I’d come here—to hear his reply to my offer.
If he refused, I’d have to find someone else.
The biggest problem being—no one else fit that role as perfectly as Seo Jae Ha.
“Are you serious?”
His low voice cut through my thoughts as he looked up from his book.
Our eyes met—he was no longer reading, but watching me.
“About wanting revenge.”
He closed the book he’d been holding.
“Yes. I’m serious.”
I met his steady gaze with unwavering eyes of my own.
My desire to bring down Seo Ji Han and Ho Jin right this instant burned fiercely within me.
“You mentioned the CEO position at W Group, right?”
“…….”
“I’ll take that position.”
After a long silence, he accepted my proposal, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on his lips.
Hearing him agree, the tension tightly coiled around me finally eased.
Arms crossed, he stared at me silently—what was going through his mind?
But his eyes revealed nothing—calm as still water.
“To be honest, I don’t fully trust you, Ms. Yoon Yeo Jin.”
He continued in a composed tone.
Unlike me—who’d returned from another life—he was living in the present, so of course he couldn’t trust me.
After all, he didn’t have the knowledge and memories I’d accumulated over my past life.
“But back then, your proposal was too tempting to refuse.”
As if recalling that day, he gave me a meaningful look and added quietly,
“You said you could speed up my timeline, right?”
“If you’re already planning something, I might be able to make it happen even faster.”
Those had been my words to him on the night we’d met alone.
Now, leaning closer toward me, Jae Ha whispered,
“Keep that promise. You must bring down the Ho Jin Group.”
His eyes blazed with resolve as he spoke of revenge.
“Of course. My revenge on Ho Jin is my revenge too.”
“…….”
“You can at least believe that part.”
A bond forged through an unyielding thirst for revenge.
Though I knew he wouldn’t trust me easily, I was certain we’d make a good team.
My intuition told me so.
– Diiing.
Through the quiet between us, the doorbell chimed.
Thinking it might be my dry-cleaned blouse, I stood up—but Jae Ha’s large hand gently pushed me back onto the sofa.
He pointed at my attire with an exasperated look.
“Where do you think you’re going dressed like that? Stay here.”
Not long after, he returned to the living room accompanied by a man.
I had a vague idea who this man was.
I hadn’t interacted with Jae Ha often enough to know his close associates well,
but this man must have been Secretary Han—his secretary who’d been running errands around Seoul in my stead.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Han Sung Joon, the representative’s personal secretary. Please feel free to call me Secretary Han.”
“Hello, Secretary Han. I’m Yoon Yeo Jin.”
He placed a hoodie and pants he’d bought somewhere down in front of me.
Even though my blouse would arrive soon, Jae Ha apparently hadn’t rescinded his earlier instructions.
“I’m so sorry… There probably weren’t many stores open at this hour…”
“Haha, no worries at all. This is nothing.”
“Thank you for your trouble.”
After changing into the clothes Secretary Han had brought, I returned to the living room to find Jae Ha already seated alone, seemingly finished with his preparations.
His secretary must have left while I was changing.
Today had been incredibly long.
It was nearly midnight now, and the pitch-black night sky loomed behind him.
“Let’s go. I’ll drive you.”
“It’s fine. I’ll go alone—I can just take a taxi.”
“Me going with you will be less tiresome than dealing with even more headaches.”
If he put it that way…
Secretly still worried about the reporter, I nodded without protest at his firm words.
.
.
.
Jae Ha’s car sped smoothly down the open road and soon pulled gently into my apartment complex.
Just as I was about to get out, I turned toward the driver’s seat.
“Hey.”
What if he hadn’t helped me?
The thought of heading home alone, drenched in wine, made me shudder.
“Thank you.”
“It’s nothing. Really.”
Jae Ha’s eyes, fixed quietly on me, held a rare stillness.
Yet, seemingly embarrassed, he quickly looked away—and I stepped out of the car with a soft smile.
Just as I turned to enter my apartment after watching his car drive off,
someone approached and grabbed my wrist.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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Seorin, you don’t have the talent to beat her. Without this cheater backing you. No one would even notice you.
Seorin, you don’t have the talent to beat her. Without this cheater backing you. No one would even notice you.
He’s her guardian angel at this point 🥹
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not the Side piece saying Well duh she would know
Anonymous SwiftKey
not the Side piece saying Well duh she would know