My Sweet Enemy (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 2
Tae In was walking alone through endless darkness. Only when she reached her destination did she realize it had been a tunnel.
Blinded by the flood of light, she closed her eyes—and when she opened them again, her ears, which had felt muffled as if underwater, were suddenly assaulted by a cacophony of sounds.
Unfamiliar faces—ones she could only describe as completely strange—filled her vision, calling out to her endlessly.
Where am I? Who are these people?
Countless question marks appeared before her eyes, only to vanish again.
The first emotion Tae In felt upon opening her eyes was fear. She couldn’t tell whether this place was her home or not, whether the two people before her were familiar or strangers—and at the same time, she couldn’t even recall who she herself was.
“Ms. Seo Tae In, are you all right?”
When the short-haired woman grabbed her shoulder and asked, Tae In shrank back.
“Who are you?”
The woman’s face went pale as if she’d just heard something unbelievable.
“What did you say? Don’t joke around like that….”
“…And who exactly is Seo Tae In?”
The woman pulled her hand away from Tae In’s shoulder and sighed.
“What on earth is going on here?”
That was exactly what Tae In wanted to ask. She slowly looked over her own body. She moved her hands, but they responded sluggishly, as if they belonged to someone else. Her senses were dull, too.
The bandages wrapped around her legs, the strangely aching body—this wasn’t a hospital, and those two didn’t look like medical staff.
Then there was only one conclusion: she’d been kidnapped.
Tae In scrambled out of the bed and hid in the corner.
“Who are you people?! Did you kidnap me?”
She shouted furiously and hurled everything within reach.
Everything was chaotic, and she had no idea what was happening—but one thing was certain: she was in the worst possible situation.
“Listen carefully, Ms. Seo Tae In. We’re not kidnappers—we’re here to help you! Ugh, don’t you have any sedatives or something?”
The woman, who’d been trying to explain to Tae In, yelled toward the man and easily restrained Tae In’s outburst.
“Hold her tight.”
The clearly exhausted man sighed before replying. Tae In struggled with all her might—but that was as far as it went.
To Tae In, who felt hazy and powerless as if soaked through with water, Lee Kyung showed her identification card, a recent photo of herself, and a childhood picture—one after another.
Seo Tae In.
That name had echoed even in her long dream.
‘Right, my name is Seo Tae In.’
She couldn’t recall what had happened, who she was, or even her age—but somehow, she was absolutely certain that the name “Seo Tae In,” which they kept calling out, belonged to her.
Her chest still throbbed faintly, as if she were still dreaming. There was something she needed to protect—but she couldn’t remember what it was.
Then, the man who claimed to be her husband appeared.
Though she clearly should have been wary—and afraid—he felt strangely familiar, as if she’d known him for a long time.
My ideal type.
Yes, though she couldn’t remember when it started, it was unmistakably the ideal man she’d always dreamed of.
The man before her was perfectly beautiful.
Objectively perfect—so much so that personal taste didn’t even matter. His finely chiseled features gave off an inexplicably cool impression; even his slightly furrowed brows, as if something displeased him, were handsome.
Tae In quickly scanned him and reached a conclusion.
This man is harmless. Someone that beautiful couldn’t possibly be a villain.
Besides, he claimed to be her husband. Her own face was in the wedding photo, and the ring on her left ring finger matched exactly.
Surprisingly, her confused, turbulent mind gradually began to settle.
Right, I may not remember who I am—but clearly, I’ve lived a pretty successful life!
“Who proposed?”
Though it was a rather odd question, it was important to Tae In.
“…What?”
Nok Hyeon stiffened as if he’d heard something unbelievable.
“Oh, so it was me. I thought so.”
Tae In gave him a shy smile. Nok Hyeon, speechless, let out a sigh.
“You should probably rest.”
“Are you tired?”
“No—I mean you.”
Nok Hyeon said this as he gently removed Tae In’s hand from his fingers.
Just before he could walk away, Tae In grabbed his hand again.
“I’m hungry.”
Nok Hyeon had never once lost a fight.
He’d toss his own weakness to his opponent and wait for them to attack—then, just as they savored their sense of victory, he’d sink his teeth into their fragile throat, proving his dominance.
This trait came largely from his father’s influence.
His father had recognized this tendency in Nok Hyeon early on.
He’d throw him off a cliff and calmly wait for him to climb back up—then, once he did, push him off an even higher one.
He’d won countless battles by any means necessary, focusing solely on climbing higher—sometimes ruthlessly, sometimes gracefully.
All of it wasn’t to earn his father’s approval—but to surpass him.
Sadly, his efforts were in vain; his father only cherished the child he’d had with his mistress.
He went so far as to personally clear even the tiniest pebbles from the path, fearing his favored child might stumble.
He’d nearly executed the perfect plan—to shatter his father, his father’s mistress, and their child as a single unit—when Seo Tae In lost her memory.
Tae In and Nok Hyeon’s relationship went beyond a mere alliance for revenge. Perhaps, she was even his lifeline.
The thought that everything might fall apart—and for the first time in his life, the possibility that he might actually lose—sent a sharp ache down his neck.
No, the plan was already ruined.
Yet even lost in thought, Nok Hyeon prepared the thick, mushy pasta Tae In had requested. Ironically, Tae In, who’d asked for pasta in the first place, was now too busy exploring every corner of the house to care.
Suddenly, Nok Hyeon remembered her earlier question: “Who proposed?”
There hadn’t really been a proposal. Marriage was merely a means to an end.
Tae In’s desire to assign meaning to marriage and proposals felt foreign to him.
“Seo Tae In.”
When no reply came, Nok Hyeon walked over. Tae In was already asleep on the sofa.
So defenseless.
Nok Hyeon lowered himself to look directly at her face.
She was clearly drained.
“Seo Tae In, wake up. You said you were hungry.”
“…Sorry, I’m just sleepy.”
Tae In weakly lifted her hand—then let it flop down.
Nok Hyeon’s gaze lingered on her injured, battered hand.
“But….”
A soft, drowsy whisper.
“What’s your name again?”
Tae In, eyes half-open, asked him.
“…Kang Nok Hyeon.”
“I’m sorry I can’t remember—what did I used to call you?”
Her tone, so unfamiliar—as if she’d become a completely different person—made Nok Hyeon narrow his eyes slightly before replying.
“Mr. Kang Nok Hyeon.”
“That’s too formal.”
After saying this, Tae In gave a faint smile. Nok Hyeon sighed briefly, then scooped her up into his arms.
Despite his movement not being particularly gentle, Tae In remained deeply asleep.
He carried her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed.
Just as he tucked her in and turned to leave—
“So… what should I call you now?”
“Whatever you want.”
Nok Hyeon, still facing forward without turning, replied curtly. As he stepped away again, Tae In called out to stop him.
“Nok Hyeon-ah.”
It was a languid, sweet tone he’d never heard before.
Miraculously awakened, Tae In had been bedridden ever since.
She didn’t fully recover until several days later.
Standing before the mirror, Tae In stared intently at her reflection.
Everything felt uncertain and unclear—but one thing was certain.
I’m beautiful.
She wasn’t tall, but her proportions were perfect—porcelain-smooth skin, delicate features—completely flawless.
“You’ve confirmed you’re pretty—can you stop now?”
Lee Kyung, who’d been waiting at the table buried under a mountain of documents, finally spoke up in exasperation.
Jung Yi Kyung—was she her husband’s secretary? Or his bodyguard?
Not particularly warm, but seeing a familiar face from yesterday secretly pleased Tae In.
Tae In hurried over and plopped down in front of Lee Kyung.
The documents Lee Kyung brought contained traces of Tae In’s life so far.
“But I don’t have family? Or friends?”
Instead of answering, Lee Kyung pulled out some printed photos.
“These aren’t everyone, but they’re people connected to you, Ms. Seo Tae In. If anyone looks familiar, let me know.”
Tae In squinted as she examined the photos.
No matter how hard she looked, none of the faces rang a bell. Then again—if even her own face felt unfamiliar, how could she recognize anyone else?
After staring at the photos for a long while with narrowed eyes, Tae In’s eyes suddenly widened.
She pointed at a photo of a young girl.
“Did I have a child?”
The girl looked unmistakably like the Tae In in the mirror.
“She’s your younger sister—half-sibling.”
Was it because she’d called her “sister,” or because she resembled herself? Either way, a strangely tender feeling stirred inside her.
Seeing Tae In struggle to recall anything, Lee Kyung rearranged the photos.
“Biological father, stepmother, two half-sisters from your father’s side, and a younger half-sibling born to your father and stepmother. Not exactly simple, huh?”
“A real mess of a family.”
Lee Kyung swallowed a laugh at Tae In’s dry remark.
“What was your relationship with them like?”
“Not good. It’s literally a ‘bean-powder family,’ after all.”
After pondering for a moment, Tae In nodded, then asked again.
“What about friends?”
“No real friends. Everyone else from here on is strictly business-related.”
“…Wait, did you just say I had no friends?”
“Yes.”
“You must be mistaken. There’s no way someone has zero friends.”
“If it’s the Seo Tae In I knew, it’s entirely possible—no friends at all. These are people connected to your in-laws.”
Tae In’s jaw dropped in shock—greater even than learning her family was dysfunctional. She genuinely wondered how someone could live life without a single friend.
“Start by memorizing this.”
Lee Kyung pointed at the documents Tae In had skimmed through dismissively.
“I already looked.”
“Look properly. If you can’t recover your memories, you’ll at least need to act like you have them.”
“Act?”
Lee Kyung simply pushed the documents closer without answering.
Both Lee Kyung and Nok Hyeon kept circling around the issue without revealing the core truth.
Are they expecting me to figure it out myself? Fine.
Then I’ll figure it out for them.
Tae In let out a long, lazy yawn and mumbled as if everything annoyed her.
“Seo Tae In is twenty-nine, daughter of the chairman of Tae Gang Group and a managing director. Joined the company right after graduating from S University, became department head in just five years, lost her memory due to the Hwaseong factory explosion, and is currently recovering—right?”
She’d inferred all of this solely from the documents.
“…Yeah, I guess.”
So she actually read it.
Lee Kyung shrugged lightly.
“Then I have a question.”
Tae In, who’d been tapping her fingers against the documents, lifted her eyes to meet Lee Kyung’s gaze.
Her eyes, previously bright and carefree, now turned icy—and Lee Kyung flinched.
It felt exactly like facing the pre-amnesia Tae In.
Staring intensely as if reading Lee Kyung’s mind, Tae In slowly spoke.
“By title, I’m a chaebol heiress and department head—legitimate heir unlike my half-sisters—yet I’m not in a VIP ward, not even in a proper rehabilitation hospital, and there’s no real medical staff.”
“….”
“I had an accident. I lost my memory. Yet my perfectly handsome husband doesn’t look sad that I don’t remember him—just annoyed that things got complicated.”
Lee Kyung got goosebumps from Tae In’s calm, blunt words.
Just moments ago, she’d been blushing over calling him her “ideal type”—when did she figure all this out?
Unfazed by Lee Kyung’s panic, Tae In continued with the same expression as before.
“Given my social status and circumstances, this marriage was clearly arranged—either chosen by my family or based on mutual interests….”
“….”
“So why would a husband who feels no affection for me hide and imprison me all the way out at the Gapyeong villa?”
How did she even know this was the Gapyeong villa? Lee Kyung’s pupils shrank slightly.
“Ah, Ms. Seo Tae In—let’s call it protection, not imprisonment. And there are perfectly good reasons for….”
As Lee Kyung trailed off vaguely, Tae In gave a faint, knowing smile.
“Protection… So you were trying to keep me safe?”
“Yes.”
Lee Kyung bit her lower lip tightly. She’d seriously underestimated yesterday’s Seo Tae In. She hadn’t been told how much she was allowed to reveal.
“Then I assume I’m free to file a police report? I trust the police more than two suspicious people like you.”
Tae In smiled sweetly as she held up her phone.
Lee Kyung shot up like lightning—but her phone was already in Tae In’s hand.
‘When did she…?!’
Lee Kyung reached to snatch it back, but Tae In quickly stepped back and put the phone to her ear.
“Hel….”
Just as the call connected and Tae In began to speak—
The phone slipped smoothly from her hand.
Turning her head, she saw Nok Hyeon already inside the house, looking down at her. He’d ended the call and let out a short sigh.
“Imprisonment, huh….”
Nok Hyeon muttered quietly, his expression even colder than yesterday’s. Tae In’s face slowly hardened in response.
“You’re quite entertaining.”
“….”
Frowning at his mocking tone, Tae In furrowed her brow.
“Go ahead and leave. The door’s right there—you can walk out anytime.”
Nok Hyeon slightly raised his hand toward the door. His earlier relaxed smile gradually faded from his face.
“And yet, despite calling it imprisonment, you never even tried to leave.”
Tae In couldn’t bring herself to speak—only biting her lips in silence.
“You sensed it instinctively—that you were in danger. That someone tried to kill you. That’s why you erased your own memories.”
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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