The Sin of Loving Me (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
Do Jun had a unique kind of magnetism.
The moment their hands touched, Hae Joo was overwhelmed by a feeling too complex to put into words.
Heat instantly rose within her.
She thought, “What’s the big deal about just holding hands like this?”
‘This is acting. I should just pretend the camera’s rolling.’
Once she steeled herself as an actress, she felt much more at ease.
Hae Joo closed the distance between her and Do Jun and walked straight ahead without looking aside.
Just then, the elevator doors opened and people stepped out. Ignoring the sea of stares, the two entered the now-empty elevator.
As soon as the doors shut, Hae Joo let out a deep sigh.
“Everyone’s gone now.”
She tried to pull her hand away, but Do Jun didn’t budge.
He simply stared blankly at the elevator floor numbers as they rose, as if he hadn’t heard a word.
“You can let go of my hand now.”
“You were the one who grabbed it first.”
“……!”
“At home.”
The elevator doors opened almost immediately.
A long corridor lined with single-patient rooms stretched before them.
“There’s a reason I need to see your father exactly like this.”
Do Jun took Hae Joo’s hand and began walking.
Stopping midway down the hall, he knocked and opened a room door.
Inside, under bright lighting, lay a sleek, studio-like space.
The caregiver brushing President Park’s hair recognized Do Jun and greeted him.
“You’re here?”
“How’s my father doing?”
“He’s eating well and in good spirits.”
When the caregiver stepped aside, President Park appeared—older than before.
Hae Joo’s heart suddenly ached.
Seeing her, President Park grinned widely and immediately raised both arms.
“My daughter-in-law’s here! Caregiver, this is my daughter-in-law.”
“You keep bragging about your daughter-in-law—you must be so happy.”
In that moment, Hae Joo felt as though she’d been struck on the head.
She was stunned that President Park, despite his dementia, still remembered her as his daughter-in-law.
Just as Hae Joo hesitated to respond,
Do Jun offered President Park a curt greeting.
“I’m here, Father.”
“My eldest son, Lee Jun, is truly the best. How wonderful to have such a well-mannered wife!”
Another shock swept through Hae Joo’s mind.
Yet Do Jun’s expression remained unchanged, as if this were an everyday occurrence.
Just then, the caregiver stepped out of the room.
Only then did Do Jun release Hae Joo’s hand and check the storage cabinet and refrigerator.
“Are you eating properly?”
“The food here tastes awful.”
“You can’t just snack all day like last time.”
“Do Jun, what have you been up to lately? You haven’t shown your face once!”
“Do Jun’s been busy lately.”
President Park believed Do Jun was his deceased son, Lee Jun.
Though trapped in his own world, he somehow seemed happier than before—and that was strangely heartbreaking.
Still, Do Jun faithfully played the role of his dead older brother.
“Um…”
Hae Joo approached President Park, bowed calmly, then stood straight again to greet him properly.
“Uncle, it’s me—Hae Joo. Do you remember me?”
“I’m not dead yet! Aren’t you my daughter-in-law?”
“Y-yes. So the person who came with me…”
She pointed at Do Jun, asking the obvious question just in case.
To her surprise, he responded unexpectedly.
“Huh? Do Jun, when did you get here?”
“Just now.”
Hae Joo was baffled—she didn’t understand what was going on.
Then President Park turned to her with a deeply apologetic look.
“Is Do Jun treating you well?”
“Huh? Oh, yes. More or less.”
Do Jun pulled over a chair, seated Hae Joo, then sat down himself. Folding his arms, he explained President Park’s condition.
“Father’s memory keeps coming and going.”
During their conversation, Do Jun straightened President Park’s crooked hospital gown.
President Park accepted the brusque gesture with a quiet smile.
Until now, Hae Joo had held a strong prejudice against Do Jun—she’d thought him arrogant, rude, and obsessed with money and ambition.
Yet right now, he appeared simply as a devoted son and caretaker to an ailing father.
“How long has Uncle been staying here?”
“He was moved here early this year when his condition worsened. Wait a sec.”
The room’s door had a glass panel, allowing outsiders to peer in.
Only now did she notice people had gathered outside, having heard of Hae Joo’s arrival.
Do Jun stood up, gave them a quick nod, and drew the curtains shut.
Before Hae Joo could even react, President Park spoke seriously.
“By the way, when are you two finally going to have a grandchild for me to hold?”
As Do Jun and Hae Joo fumbled for an answer,
someone knocked on the door, and they both turned.
“It’s time for your attending physician’s rounds.”
At the caregiver’s words, both rose from their seats. A middle-aged doctor pushed through the crowd in the hallway and entered with a wide smile.
“Your handsome son’s here again! And this time with his wife, too.”
Hae Joo quietly bowed and stepped back. The doctor returned her greeting with a nod, checked President Park’s complexion, then began his examination.
“Your blood pressure’s fine… but improving memory is difficult, you understand?”
“Yes.”
Do Jun answered briefly.
The doctor had President Park move his hands and feet, then carefully took notes.
Suddenly, President Park proudly declared out of nowhere,
“Our daughter-in-law’s going to give us a grandchild soon—heh heh!”
“Oh, really?”
Startled, Hae Joo grabbed Do Jun’s arm.
He, however, remained utterly composed.
“A child born to such a handsome couple will surely be beautiful.”
“Heh heh, that’s because my daughter-in-law is just so well-mannered.”
Unfortunately, the door had been left open.
The onlookers outside stirred upon hearing President Park’s words.
After the doctor left, Hae Joo confronted Do Jun.
“What if people actually believe I’m pregnant? Why didn’t you say anything?”
“If it spreads, we’ll just clarify it later.”
“Don’t say that so casually.”
“Everyone thinks we’ve been married for three years. Isn’t it strange we still have no child?”
“But it’s not like I’m actually pregnant—what if rumors spiral out of control?”
Hae Joo was anxious—she feared becoming too entangled with Do Jun to handle their planned divorce in a year.
She’d never seriously considered romance before.
For her, success as an actress always came before love or marriage.
“I’ll say it again—I have no intention of pretending we’re a real couple.”
“Do Jun.”
“The one year we promised each other means being real spouses.”
Only at sunset did they finally leave the nursing hospital.
Because of the awkward pregnancy talk, a chill hung in the car.
“I have somewhere to stop by—go home first.”
“Where are you going?”
“To the office.”
After dropping off Hae Joo, Do Jun’s car quickly disappeared into the distance.
Left alone, she walked back into the house.
Meanwhile, Do Jun pulled over briefly before entering the main road.
He took out his phone and dialed a number. The call was answered almost instantly.
“Yes, President Park.”
“Let’s have lunch together tomorrow.”
“I do have a prior engagement tomorrow, but will you be joining us as well, sir?”
“Who else will be there?”
The person on the line detailed exactly who would be present.
Satisfied with the expected answer, Do Jun nodded.
“Good. It’s a good chance to widen my network.”
“Then I’ll contact you tomorrow through Manager Song.”
After the call ended, Do Jun arrived at the office.
Grabbing his ever-present sports bag, he headed straight to the company gym. Even on a weekend, a few employees were already working out.
Changing into workout clothes, he resolved to rid himself of the desire that had tormented him all day.
“It’s not about cigarettes.”
At first, he’d thought his struggle was nicotine addiction—but it wasn’t.
Pretending it was script practice, he’d touched her—and realized his desire for Hae Joo was the real problem.
His strong body was now being punished for no fault of its own.
If he wanted to keep Hae Joo close, he had to tame his overflowing energy—so he ran, and ran again.
⭐⭐⭐
After dinner, Hae Joo set aside her script in frustration.
President Park’s mention of grandchildren kept gnawing at her.
“If that rumor spreads, my agency’s going to say something.”
Just as she grew more agitated, her phone rang. Jin Han’s name appeared on the screen.
“Director!”
“Hae Joo, can you talk?”
“Of course. Go ahead.”
Her mood was unsettled.
She wondered nervously if Jin Han had already heard something.
“Director Kwak might join us for lunch tomorrow.”
“That works out well.”
“He’s bringing guests—I was thinking maybe just you and I should go on our side?”
“Sure.”
“After the guests leave, let’s have tea somewhere quiet.”
“Is there something specific you want to discuss?”
“Do we need a reason to meet? See you tomorrow.”
After hanging up, Hae Joo lay down early, intending to sleep.
Lost in various thoughts, she received a text message.
“Hello. I’m Choi In Ho from Real Fact. I’d like to formally request an interview.”
Choi In Ho was a notoriously aggressive entertainment reporter.
After her agency rejected his interview request, he’d messaged her directly.
She didn’t even reply—she blocked his number immediately.
“How rude.”
Her marriage to Do Jun felt like a ticking time bomb in her hands. Since there was never any deep romance between them from the start, she had to carry this discomfort in her heart.
Anxiety kept her awake, so she headed to the bathroom. She filled the round tub with water and added some bath salts she’d brought along.
A sweet fragrance gently filled the room.
She opened the bathroom window slightly, then peeled off her clothes and kicked them aside with her toes.
“Warm.”
She pushed through the pillowy foam and settled into the tub. It was early summer, so the lukewarm water felt refreshingly cool at times, pleasantly warm at others.
“Nice.”
The tub was large enough for two people with room to spare.
But since Do Jun rarely used it, everything looked brand new.
Drowsiness slowly crept over her.
Just as she was drifting off, she heard footsteps approaching from outside.
“Do Jun?”
Then she remembered—she hadn’t locked the bathroom door.
She scrambled to get up, but the doorknob jiggled.
“I’m in here!”
“Yeah.”
It was Do Jun, as expected.
Still wet, Hae Joo got out of the tub, locked the door, then slid back into the water.
She heard him go downstairs—likely heading to the first-floor bathroom.
About ten minutes later, Hae Joo sat up, ready to end her bath. As she slowly rose, the lights flickered.
“Huh?”
Before she could react, the power went out completely.
Trapped in pitch-black darkness where she couldn’t see a thing, Hae Joo nearly stopped breathing.
“……!”
This was a residential area with no streetlights near the bathroom window.
In absolute darkness, covered in foam, she lost all sense of direction.
She fumbled blindly, but even finding a towel in the cabinet proved difficult.
“I hate this… I can’t stand it…”
Hae Joo carried a trauma she hadn’t yet overcome.
When raising her, Kyung Ae often locked her in the dark bathroom as “discipline” whenever she cried even slightly. Some days she was trapped all day—and had passed out multiple times.
Until just a few days ago, she’d lived alone and always left the bathroom door slightly ajar while bathing. Only after moving into Do Jun’s house did she have to close it—and even now, locking it was still hard.
Yet with Do Jun around, she’d done the hardest thing of all.
“I’m scared…”
An indescribable terror overwhelmed her.
Her whole body shook; her chest tightened as if she might stop breathing any second.
Crouched in the tub, Hae Joo squeezed her eyes shut.
Unable to withstand the pitch-black night, she finally screamed.
“Do Jun!”
At that moment, only his name came to mind.
Responding to her instinctive cry, she heard him thundering up the stairs.
“Lee Hae Joo, I’m right here.”
Thankfully, Do Jun reached the door. Gasping for breath, Hae Joo pleaded in a trembling voice.
“P-please help me… I think the lights went out.”
“Don’t be scared. It’s just a blackout.”
Do Jun had just finished showering when the power went out.
Since even the streetlights were off, it seemed like a neighborhood-wide outage—not just their house.
“Please get me out of here.”
“Open the door. I can’t get in otherwise.”
Of all times, she’d locked it.
Hae Joo was so stiff with fear she couldn’t move at all.
“I can’t… I’m too scared.”
“Wait a moment.”
“Don’t go!”
The bathwater was growing cold. Hae Joo, still curled up and shivering, now had lips tinged blue.
Click-click.
Thankfully, Do Jun found the key and unlocked the bathroom door.
But Hae Joo was too panicked to even hear the sound.
Suddenly, a warm towel settled over her foam-covered shoulders. Hae Joo barely opened her eyes.
“Are you okay?”
Seeing Do Jun in person made tears well up. She’d cried in her sleep that morning, and now this at night—it was embarrassing.
“The lights will come back on soon. I’ll leave a flashlight here, so rinse off and come out.”
“Don’t leave.”
“Lee Hae Joo!”
“I said don’t go!”
“Look at me properly.”
“When I was little, my mom locked me in the bathroom… and told me to just die there…”
At that moment, the lights flickered—and then blazed brightly on.
Hae Joo lifted her damp eyes.
What entered her vision wasn’t the illuminated ceiling light—but Do Jun himself.
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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