The Sin of Loving Me (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 14
Hae Joo nearly dropped the glass she was holding.
Jin Han’s baseless speculation made her laugh involuntarily.
Back when the scandal first broke, she’d desperately hoped it could somehow be contained. But now that the matter had been resolved, human hearts had grown cunning.
The Do Jun Hae Joo had known was bluntly honest and refreshingly straightforward—so much so that Jin Han’s words now felt deeply uncomfortable. It was wrong to jump straight to suspicion about something still under investigation.
“From now on, it’d be best if you didn’t cross paths with Mr. Do Jun.”
“This isn’t something we can simply sweep under the rug.”
“Director Jin!”
“Mr. Park Do Jun could have come looking for you long before this. If he had, things wouldn’t have escalated like this.”
“He probably had personal reasons of his own.”
A shadow fell over Jin Han’s face.
He swallowed the words he was about to say and then spoke.
“Don’t take Mr. Park Do Jun’s side when you’re in front of me, Hae Joo.”
“……!”
“It’s unpleasant.”
He abruptly stood up and walked toward the refrigerator.
What he pulled out was a beer.
He popped open a can and downed it in one go, twisting his neck back and forth.
“Have you never suspected that yourself, Hae Joo?”
“Suspected what?”
“That you were unknowingly being controlled by someone else.”
“…….”
“It just occurred to me—Mr. Park Do Jun probably had this whole plan mapped out in his head from the start.”
“…….”
“I brought this up earlier today while you weren’t around, and it turned into an argument.”
Hae Joo did have questions she wanted to ask Do Jun herself.
Specifically, why he hadn’t actively addressed their marriage once he’d learned about it, instead just leaving it be.
Jin Han was now probing exactly that point, so she knew she had to confront it.
“You’re saying Mr. Do Jun deliberately waited for years?”
“Yes. Mr. Park Do Jun kept dodging my questions.”
Hae Joo stood up from her seat, picked up her bag, and stepped away from the sofa.
“Do you really believe divorce is the only solution?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Honestly, I don’t care about dating or marriage.”
“So?”
“Wouldn’t things be less troublesome if Mr. Do Jun and I stayed married just for appearances?”
“Hae Joo!”
“I know exactly what you’re worried about. So please, trust me and wait—just for the year we promised.”
It was a matter Jin Han could no longer interfere with. Though his heart ached as if a hole had been torn in it, he showed no sign on his face.
“Fine. I’ll wait and see.”
“Then I should be going now.”
Just as Hae Joo was about to leave Jin Han’s office,
someone knocked from outside, prompting him to raise his voice.
“Who is it?”
There was no reply.
Jin Han brushed past Hae Joo and opened the door himself—Yoon Ji stood there with a smirk.
“Let’s talk. Oh, you have a guest?”
Hae Joo approached the door.
She gave Yoon Ji a quiet nod—Yoon Ji had arrived dressed simply today—and then left.
Jin Han watched her walk away.
Then, turning to Yoon Ji, who had already slipped into his office and taken over the sofa, he snapped,
“I told you to wait until I called you.”
“You weren’t going to call anyway.”
“I have nothing more to say to you. Go home.”
“I’m not doing that constipation medicine ad.”
“Tell your manager about that kind of thing.”
Just thinking about all the trouble Yoon Ji had caused him made Jin Han sick to his stomach. His feelings had long since faded, and being around her now felt awkward.
“Let me act in the movie Hae Joo agreed to do.”
“It’s too late already.”
“I heard auditions are just starting.”
“Hae Joo’s already been cast as So Hee—the lead—so don’t bother asking.”
“I heard there’s another female lead role.”
Yoon Ji seemed to have gotten information through her manager.
Jin Han resolved inwardly to clamp down on his managers’ loose lips first.
“Casting will be done directly by Director Kwak.”
“You know as well as I do—if you ask, I can at least get an audition.”
“Why are you suddenly barging in like this?”
Already in a foul mood, Jin Han raised his voice.
Just thinking about how Yoon Ji had squandered countless opportunities made his blood pressure spike.
“What if you keep trusting Lee Hae Joo and end up getting burned?”
“What nonsense are you spouting out of nowhere?”
“Some people in my circle actually know Mr. Park Do Jun pretty well.”
“So what?”
“He’s meticulous, and once someone becomes useless to him, he drops them without a trace….”
Yoon Ji mimed slicing her own throat with her hand.
“They say he’s so ruthless that people tremble in front of him regardless of age.”
“What exactly are you trying to tell me?”
“It’s common knowledge among us that Lee Hae Joo came from a poor background, isn’t it?”
“Yoon Ji!”
“Do you really think a girl like that would ever give up Park Do Jun?”
“……!”
“He’s wealthy, powerful, and handsome to boot.”
“Are you saying….”
“A nobody suddenly shows up as a successful entrepreneur—and on top of that, already married to her?”
Jin Han hadn’t considered this angle yet.
He’d been so fixated on the immediate problem that only now did he feel a cold chill run down his spine.
“I’ve got more I heard, but I’ll stop here for today.”
“How the hell did you even find out about stuff like that?”
“Let me audition, and I’ll tell you if you’re curious.”
Yoon Ji was deliberately provoking Jin Han—cruelly and cunningly.
He wasn’t about to be swayed by the desperate antics of a faded actress past her prime.
Coldly, he shot back, already set on making Yoon Ji come crawling to him herself.
“No amount of pestering will get you that role. You’ve already lost too much.”
“You know exactly what you’re capable of, Director. I’ll take my leave now.”
After Yoon Ji left, turmoil churned inside Jin Han’s mind.
Hae Joo’s mention of a “marriage of convenience” lingered, stirring up impatience.
“What if she really doesn’t go through with the divorce?”
That would mean Jin Han had no chance.
Being with Hae Joo as her lover might only ever happen in his dreams.
He wondered just how much Yoon Ji actually knew.
Annoyed, he picked up his phone—but after a moment’s struggle, reluctantly put it back down.
Back home, Hae Joo couldn’t get out of the car right away.
Jin Han’s words echoed in her mind, darkening her mood.
“Did Mr. Do Jun deliberately….”
Hae Joo guessed the rumor of her marriage had been spread by Kyung Ae or her older sister Yu Ra.
Yu Ra especially fit the bill—she was just like Kyung Ae, selfish and secretive, and her jealousy toward Hae Joo bordered on the absurd.
She’d hated it the moment her long-lost younger sister suddenly reappeared. Despite sharing the same parents, Hae Joo’s beauty made Yu Ra feel deeply inferior.
In middle and high school, boys would often ask Yu Ra to pass along gifts or love letters to Hae Joo.
On those days, their home would erupt into chaos.
Yu Ra would scream furiously, and if still unsatisfied, she’d yank Hae Joo’s hair.
Since Kyung Ae constantly mistreated Hae Joo, there was no way Yu Ra could have genuinely cared for her younger sister.
“It must’ve been my sister who started the rumor.”
It was also Yu Ra who’d actually stolen thirty thousand won from Kyung Ae’s wallet.
Yu Ra was just as deceitful as Kyung Ae.
One day, Yu Ra had sneered at her with a mocking comment:
“Hey, apparently some lunatic’s been beating up every guy who tries to hit on you.”
“…….”
“Must be nice, huh? Having some thug like that care about you.”
“…….”
“You’d be perfect married to a guy like that—spending your life waiting on him.”
Though she pretended otherwise, Yu Ra had always watched Hae Joo’s every move. So when Hae Joo ended up marrying the son of President Park—a man rumored to be involved in loan-sharking—Yu Ra had been absolutely thrilled.
Just remembering that time sent chills down Hae Joo’s spine.
“Let’s just go inside first.”
As Hae Joo stepped out of the garage, Do Jun’s car pulled in.
After a brief wait, he emerged.
“What are you doing out here instead of going in?”
“Let’s go in together.”
The two walked side by side into the living room and headed up the stairs.
Hae Joo popped into her room to drop her bag, then opened the door to the dressing room.
Do Jun had already arrived and was taking off his shirt.
“Oh—sorry!”
Hae Joo waited in the bedroom.
Assuming he’d finished changing, she opened the door—and nearly had a heart attack.
He stood firmly right in front of the dressing room door.
“You’re startled, aren’t you?”
“Did you choose your outfit well?”
“I won’t know until I’ve seen more options.”
“You’ve been talking about me, haven’t you?”
Do Jun’s perceptiveness was almost frightening.
Knowing there was no point in hiding anything, Hae Joo answered honestly.
“Yes.”
“Did he tell you to divorce again?”
“I guess the Director’s worried—your character is so intense.”
“Who’s worrying about whom?”
Do Jun left the dressing room.
Hae Joo changed out of her dress and thoroughly wiped off her makeup.
After showering, she came downstairs to find Do Jun inspecting the wine cellar.
“Want a glass of champagne?”
“Sure.”
From among the bottles Do Jun had stocked, he pulled out a Goussé Célébrité Rosé. As he poured, a translucent apricot liquid filled the glass.
He handed the champagne-filled glass to Hae Joo.
“Women seem to especially love this champagne.”
“You must’ve been surrounded by women, then?”
“I wasn’t exactly lonely.”
“Really?”
“You think someone my age would have zero women around?”
Hae Joo’s eyes flickered.
“If you dated other women while married to me, that’s cheating, isn’t it?”
“Cheating? Is it really cheating?”
Hae Joo downed the entire glass of champagne in one gulp.
She slammed the now-empty glass down and retorted sharply,
“You sure sound awfully proud talking about your cheating!”
In truth, there really had been plenty of women around Do Jun.
They somehow knew his unlisted phone number and messaged or called him day and night—despite never being told.
He found them endlessly annoying and bothersome.
Yet Hae Joo’s reaction intrigued him.
With a playful glint in his eye, he feigned innocence and replied,
“There’s no real need to hide it.”
“That’s unbelievable.”
What on earth gave him the right to be so smug about it? Did he really think she’d never had guys chasing after her?
Hae Joo grabbed the champagne bottle herself.
Offended that he’d stoop to such childish competition, she poured generously into her empty glass.
He made no move to stop her despite her unexpected action.
“Seems you’re thirsty?”
“My throat was a bit dry.”
Provoked by Do Jun, Hae Joo drank more champagne. Normally, she barely touched alcohol—never more than one glass of wine.
But not tonight.
Ever since learning Do Jun was the one who’d saved her life, her perspective had shifted in ways she’d never imagined.
Now that even her deepest trauma had been exposed to him, every trace of caution had faded away.
“Then you should drink water. Want some?”
“I’m fine.”
“Anything else you’re curious about?”
Ugh—how infuriating. She wanted to smack him just once.
It wasn’t her throat—it was her insides burning, so she kept pouring champagne down her throat.
Her original intention—to cautiously watch and assess Do Jun—was veering wildly off course.
Even as she slowly got tipsy, Hae Joo kept pressing on, using the alcohol as an excuse.
“How many women have you dated so far?”
She told herself she didn’t care. After all, she wasn’t dating Do Jun, nor did she harbor any feelings for him.
Convincing herself it was pure curiosity, Hae Joo felt confident.
“If I tell you, will you tell me yours?”
“Mine?”
“How many men you’ve dated.”
Men?
Hae Joo had spent her life working just to survive, and even after becoming an actress, she’d buried herself in work.
Her own family had turned against her—the closest people becoming her enemies—so she couldn’t trust anyone.
Romance was something that simply didn’t exist in her life.
Yet here was Do Jun, asking her about the number of men she’d been with.
“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours first.”
“Mine’s quite a lot.”
A crushing sense of betrayal swept through Hae Joo’s heart.
Do Jun remained completely composed, radiating confidence.
More champagne flowed down Hae Joo’s throat.
Suddenly, Do Jun grabbed her wrist.
“Stop drinking.”
Her vision swam, and so did her emotions—she couldn’t pinpoint why, but her mood had soured.
“Let go! You were fine with me drinking before—why stop me now?”
“You’ve already finished half the bottle by yourself.”
“Are you upset because it’s my bottle?”
Do Jun released her wrist and took the glass away, placing it firmly on the table. Tilting his head slightly, he stared straight at her.
“Are you drunk?”
“No.”
“Really?”
“Just give me back the champagne!”
She remembered Jin Han saying Do Jun wouldn’t have gone unnoticed by women. Hae Joo suddenly felt unfairly naive.
Then again—what more could she expect, married off as if she’d been sold?
She clung stubbornly to her empty glass and the champagne bottle.
As if claiming ownership, she filled Do Jun’s glass, then her own.
“It’s delicious.”
“You’ll pass out completely at this rate.”
“Don’t interfere.”
“Don’t get drunk.”
“Don’t order me around.”
This time, Do Jun downed the champagne himself—drinking it like beer instead of sipping it slowly as he usually would.
“The affairs I’ve had have always pointed in one direction.”
“So you admit you cheated.”
“Though the person in question never knew.”
“You must’ve really loved her, then?”
This was back when she hadn’t known he was her husband.
Hae Joo decided she could be magnanimous enough to overlook something like that.
The corners of his eyes lifted coldly. His already hazy gaze fixed on her carried a deep loneliness.
“If I loved her, that’s why I did it.”
“It’d be nice to have someone love you like that.”
“What about you?”
Hae Joo felt a quiet anger simmering inside.
She was in the prime of her youth, yet had never experienced real love—only this forced marriage.
Feeling inexplicably melancholic, she crossed her legs in front of Do Jun and repeated the story Yu Ra had once told her—pretending the “lunatic” had been her boyfriend.
“There was someone who fought fiercely for me—put his own body on the line.”
“……!”
“He liked me so much that he beat up every guy who tried to touch me….”
She pressed her fist lightly against her cheek, mimicking a slap.
“Everyone called him a madman.”
“And yet you didn’t care?”
Hae Joo searched through distant memories.
Back then, when Yu Ra had first told her about that “madman,” how had she truly felt…?
“Loving me isn’t a crime.”
“So you’re saying he could do anything?”
Do Jun’s voice had taken a dark turn, but Hae Joo didn’t notice—already flushed from drink, she leaned her head back against the sofa.
Her eyes were about to shut at any moment.
“He’s the only one who ever fought for me.”
“Did you… maybe like him?”
Hae Joo’s eyes were already closed. Do Jun’s gaze, fixed on her, drifted back three years into the past.
“Because he’s my hero.”
It was Hae Joo’s answer, spoken under the influence of alcohol.
Male lead is a Love-Obsessed Merman
When he discovers she has gone, he risks everything to pursue her on land, enduring agonizing pain to transform his tail into human legs…
One-line summary: Male lead chases female lead. The male lead’s love is a bit sick, an invincible love brain.
Synopsis
During a voyage at sea, Jiang Yang accidentally captures a merman.
Servant: I heard that mermen are fierce and brutal.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman obediently rubbing her palm like a puppy: “You call this fierce and brutal?”
Servant: I heard that mermen have no human nature.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman with wet puppy eyes, obsessively calling her ‘A Yang’ like a childish infant: “You call this having no human nature?”
With great difficulty, she releases the merman back into the sea and returns to shore.
Who would have thought that in less than half a month, the merman, who should have been freely wandering in the South China Sea, would shed his scales, endure the pain of losing his tail, transform into human legs, and come ashore to find her?
He kneels at her feet, rubbing her palm, with merman tears rolling down: “A Yang, don’t abandon me.”
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