The Bad Husband (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
Tae Eun’s gaze awkwardly lingered on the scenery outside the window—because Woo Jin had dismissed Director Park and taken the wheel himself to drive her home.
She didn’t firmly refuse him again, as she had the previous day. The calm, earnest look in his eyes as he confessed his own wounds and urged her to trust him just once had left a deep impression on her. Moreover, now that she’d already resolved to marry him, rejecting him outright seemed absurd.
Yet even without deliberately meeting his gaze, his overwhelming presence pressed insistently upon her senses, keeping every nerve on edge. His broad frame filled the rather spacious car, and his scent—trapped within the enclosed cabin—swirled persistently around her.
In short, he was the kind of man whose very aura commanded attention, even without doing anything overt.
To distract herself from her heightened tension, Tae Eun slightly lowered the window. A cool breeze swept in, dulling her sharp senses—only for random thoughts to rush in next. And from those scattered thoughts soon emerged a single question.
Could she truly trust this man—unconditionally?
Though her heart had already surrendered, her reason kept raising objections.
There was no such thing as unconditional kindness in this world. Woo Jin’s absurd generosity—illogical to any observer—only fueled her suspicion further.
Just what could a man like him possibly lack?
Still, from deep within her chest, a glimmer of hope rose—*what if?*—just like that moment back in high school when she’d dreamed that entering university would finally grant her complete independence from her father.
“Let me ask just one thing.”
At the sound of his voice, she turned her head to look at him.
His perfectly sculpted nose and strong jawline—his profile was as flawless as his front view, filling her pupils entirely.
“What is it?”
“To you, Min Tae Eun, just what kind of person is your maternal grandmother?”
Though casually phrased, the question carried considerable depth. In truth, even before meeting her, Woo Jin had thoroughly investigated her background and had already surmised—based on those documents—that her grandmother held a special place in her life.
But all of that remained mere conjecture. He needed to know precisely how she *felt*, so that he could clearly define his own course of action.
“Don’t misunderstand. I’m asking only because I need to know—which side I must remain absolutely loyal to: your parents’, or your grandmother’s.”
Only then did Tae Eun grasp his intent, and she nodded before replying.
“My grandmother… was like a replacement for my late mother. So I feel deeply attached to her.”
“…”
“Aren’t you in the same situation? After your parents passed away, wasn’t it Chairwoman Jung who took care of you?”
“No. Our grandmother was far too busy for that. Instead, my eldest aunt took great care of me.”
“Then, to you, that eldest aunt must be like a grandmother—someone you feel deeply attached to.”
Woo Jin offered no reply to that.
Instead, he hardened his expression as the cold face of Young Ja flashed in his mind. Once, he *had* felt deeply attached to her—as expected, since the childless Young Ja had raised him like her own son.
But now…
He wasn’t sure. He didn’t know where things had first gone wrong.
Shaking Young Ja’s image from his mind, Woo Jin redirected the conversation.
“By any chance… did your parents ever use your grandmother as leverage to demand something from you?”
He voiced the doubt he’d long harbored, recalling the clause in the contract: *“Under no circumstances may the grandmother’s safety and health be used as bargaining chips in negotiations.”* Yet Tae Eun didn’t answer—instead, she turned her gaze back out the window.
And that silence was more definitive than any spoken reply. His suspicion hardened into certainty.
Just who *were* her parents—what kind of people would exploit a frail, elderly woman like that? Though furious at their unknown nature, he also felt a pang in his chest imagining how helplessly Tae Eun must have been tossed about, all for her grandmother’s sake.
“Don’t worry. Once we move your grandmother to a new nursing home, this won’t happen again.”
At those words, her gaze—previously fixed outside—shifted back toward him. Strangely, despite speaking so tenderly, his face remained utterly indifferent.
“Thank you.”
Though just words, they somehow grounded her—like gaining an army of ten thousand soldiers.
Yet she couldn’t linger too long in that comfort. His next sentence swiftly shattered the moment.
“So, when would be a good time for me to pay my respects? Personally, I’d prefer to do it sooner rather than later.”
“What if *I* visit your home first? My family will undoubtedly welcome you—but the elders at the Jangwon household probably won’t.”
“Why? Are you worried my family won’t grant approval for our marriage?”
She didn’t answer—her silence was affirmation enough. But Woo Jin, well aware of her situation, didn’t wish to burden her further.
“Fine. Then let’s do it your way. Let’s set a time sometime next week.”
“So soon? Today’s Saturday—that’s only two days away.”
“That’s *soon*? I’d prefer to go right now—visit your home, formally announce our engagement.”
Tae Eun’s mouth fell slightly open at his words. Naturally—anyone meeting his bulldozer-like personality for the first time reacted this way.
He never avoided what he knew was inevitable. And when something *had* to be done, hesitation was never an option. This marriage was exactly that for him. He’d already made his decision—and once decided, there was no reason to delay.
“I’ll… think about it.”
At her hesitant reply, Woo Jin’s brow furrowed. Clearly, this marriage wasn’t as urgent for her as it was for him. He didn’t *want* to seem like the desperate one—but against his will, that’s exactly who he was becoming.
“You don’t seem anxious at all, Min Tae Eun.”
“About what?”
“What if I change my mind while you keep stalling?”
“Would you… really change your mind?”
Hurt pride had slipped into his voice as a grumble—yet her sincere question made him smile faintly. Honestly, it was impossible to stay angry with her.
“It’s a joke. Just a joke.”
“…”
“That will *never* happen—so stop worrying, and just follow me.”
His resolute tone steadied her wavering eyes, and she obediently nodded. She’d nearly taken him seriously—and in that brief moment, many thoughts raced through her mind:
*What would I do… if he really changed his mind?*
Upon reflection, it was *she*, not he, who desperately needed this marriage. To her, Woo Jin was a guarantee—a safeguard for both her freedom and her grandmother’s safety.
“We’re already here. Is that your apartment building?”
As the car approached the complex entrance, Tae Eun stopped him. If they entered the grounds, her family might see them.
“Please stop here.”
“Why? I can drive you inside.”
“No. I’ll walk in.”
“…”
“And thank you—for today.”
She firmly declined and stepped out of the car, then walked toward the apartment entrance, her coat buttoned tightly.
Woo Jin watched her retreating figure, unable to tear his eyes away. Her delicate, swaying gait looked fragile—yet somehow purified his vision.
She was a woman of careful caution—seeming to open up one moment, then firmly drawing boundaries the next. It drove him mad. For someone who’d *never* found women difficult before, this was entirely unfamiliar territory. Judging by her temperament, she wasn’t playing games—yet that only made him more anxious.
A faint chuckle escaped him. He truly felt bewitched—as if under some powerful spell.
But then—just as that smile formed—an unexpected incident abruptly wiped it from his face.
Woo Jin’s lips tightened as he spotted an unsteady shadow staggering toward Tae Eun.
“What *is* that?”
* * *
Tae Eun carefully stepped forward, fully aware of the man’s gaze still lingering on her from the car. Each step felt deeply uncomfortable—today, unlike usual, she’d worn a dress to meet him.
Beneath her coat, the form-fitting dress accentuated her ample curves—yet also made her deeply uneasy. The modest heels, though not high, certainly didn’t help.
Then, just as she entered the apartment complex, a familiar figure stepped out of a newly arrived taxi.
When their eyes met, a mocking voice rang out:
“Whoa—Min Tae Eun! What time do you call this? Seriously?”
It was Ji Hoon—still refusing to call her “older sister,” that rude brat, now drunk out of his mind.
As she scowled, Ji Hoon arched his eyebrow, his expression openly hostile—*how dare you, of all people, glare at me?*
“What? Yeah, I had a few drinks! But did *you* ever help me out? You’re just a freeloading loser with nothing to offer!”
“You’re drunk. Go inside quietly—someone might see.”
Drunk Ji Hoon always turned into a rabid dog—and sometimes, even Ji Eun couldn’t control him in that state. Tae Eun desperately wanted to avoid this situation. But as she tried to slip past him, Ji Hoon wouldn’t let her go.
“Huh? What’s this? Dressed like *that*—who were you meeting?”
“Let go of me.”
When Ji Hoon grabbed her and tried to lift her coat, Tae Eun sharply shook off his hand. Unfortunately, Ji Hoon was the type who did the *opposite* of what he was told.
“Whoa—dressed like *this*, who were you trying to seduce? Huh? Min Tae Eun!”
“Stop this…!”
“Aaagh!”
Trying to avoid escalation, Tae Eun turned away, tightening her coat—but just as Ji Hoon reached out to harass her further, his arm was seized from behind and twisted violently upward, cutting off his attempt with a scream.
“If you’re drunk, go home quietly and sleep it off—what’s with that vulgar mouth?”
At the low, lethal tone, Tae Eun froze—and turned to see Woo Jin standing tall behind Ji Hoon. Crimson streetlight mingled with shadow, making his face appear unnervingly grim—clearly, he was seething.
“Who the hell are you?! Let go! Let go of me, you bastard!”
“Did you swallow a rag? A punk like you has such a filthy mouth.”
Ji Hoon thrashed, but between his drunken state and the sheer physical disparity, escape was impossible. If no one intervened now, things could get very ugly—forcing Tae Eun to step in.
“Please let him go. He’s my… younger brother.”
“Did you hear that? I’m her younger brother! *Brother!* So let go—before I call the police!”
“Calling her ‘that woman’—even though you claim she’s your sister? Now I trust you even *less*.”
In a flat tone, Woo Jin increased the pressure on Ji Hoon’s twisted arm—eliciting a small pained groan. When Tae Eun shook her head pleadingly, he released Ji Hoon’s wrist and shoved him hard to the ground.
Unbalanced, Ji Hoon collapsed onto the cold pavement, shrieking:
“Oww! I’m dying! You crazy bastard! Do you even know who my dad is? He’s a lawyer! A *famous* one! You’re *so*—!”
“…”
“I’m suing you, you son of a—!”
Instinctively, Tae Eun reached to help Ji Hoon up—but Woo Jin snatched her wrist and pulled her back. Dragged along, Tae Eun pleaded:
“Please—let go of my hand. This is a misunderstanding.”
“A *misunderstanding*? I just saw—and heard—with my own eyes and ears, that bastard harassing you?”
He turned, his voice parched with fury. But Ji Hoon, sprawled on the ground, only made matters worse:
“Ugh! Oh-ho! So you two are a matched pair of scumbags, huh? Fine—just wait. I’ll tell Dad and get you both thrown out this time, Min Tae Eun. Think I’ll just sit back? Huh?”
Woo Jin’s icy gaze slowly moved from Ji Hoon to her—and his next words dripped with thick, black fury:
“I *know*. I know *exactly* how you’ll be treated if you go back into that house with him. So… should I really let go of your hand? And send you in there—*with* that drunken bastard who just sexually harassed you?”
“…”
“Do you really see me as… *that* kind of man, Min Tae Eun?”
In that instant, her resolve to break free from his grip shattered completely.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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Every time Seo Woo spoke, the lips painted the same color as hers felt strangely
The alleged mistress is showing more courage than the legitimate wife!
“You’re pathetic.”
She is pathetic and you are pathetic too dragging your innocent wife in your messy life
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He couldn’t provide her the sense of security she needed all the time
Yes get way from this annoying man..he is only good at making excuses
Just leave her alone you jerk !!..she is exhausted 😔