The Sin of Loving Me (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 2
Startled, Hae Joo forgot she’d dropped her sunglasses. Unlike his tensed muscles, her pent-up emotions finally exploded.
“Does that even make sense?”
“My older brother took my ID and registered our marriage with you.”
“So you’re really Park Do Jun, then?”
“Yeah. My brother is Park Yi Jun. Pretty convincing, huh?”
“What… what did you say?”
“This is exactly why life is so damn interesting.”
Slap!
Overwhelmed by rage, Hae Joo struck Do Jun across the cheek.
It was already unbearable enough being forced into marriage registration by her mother—now she’d been toyed with like a pawn in her brothers’ prank.
That marriage had inflicted severe emotional suffering on Hae Joo.
She’d had to give up everything, and now even her dream of becoming an actress was on the verge of collapse.
“Is this really the time for jokes?”
For Hae Joo, the past three years had been a desperate battle for survival.
Right after running away, terrified that Kyung Ae would track her down, she worked nonstop yet couldn’t even claim her rightful dues.
Though she’d gained freedom, she’d drowned nightly in crushing loneliness.
Living in that cramped room, she’d forced down every bite of food and hidden in the shadows of night to silently wipe away her tears.
Her life had been utterly insignificant.
She’d believed no one would care if she died like this—but she’d been wrong.
Meeting Jin Han, she’d become an actress and, for the first time in her life, felt true happiness.
To her, Do Jun’s actions were an unforgivable insult.
“How dare you treat someone else’s life like a joke! Do you even find this situation funny?”
Do Jun’s eyes narrowed sharply.
He stepped right up to Hae Joo and raised his arm high.
Terrified, Hae Joo squeezed her eyes shut.
But the man’s hand reached past her and slammed shut the cracked glass window, sealing them off from the outside world.
In that isolated space, he spoke in a low, gravelly voice.
“I’ve been waiting for you desperately, my neck stretched thin with longing.”
“……!”
“Who’d have guessed I’d end up waiting for you like this, of all things.”
“I never wanted this marriage.”
“And you think I did?”
“If you’d known the truth earlier, you should’ve come looking for me.”
He pulled his hand off the wall and turned away slowly. Perching on the metal desk, he exhaled heavily, as if trying to expel the weight in his chest.
“Father only found out later.”
“……!”
“After my brother passed away, Father gave up searching—and then one day, you appeared on TV.”
“Haah.”
“When Father saw you, he called you his daughter-in-law… It felt strange.”
“Strange how?”
“He took her to the hospital, and they said she has dementia.”
This incident had everything riding on it for Hae Joo.
She desperately wanted to file for annulment right away, but then she remembered Jin Han’s request.
“Our marital status continued without my knowledge, and the damage it’s caused me is immense.”
“Will you at least agree to a divorce?”
Hae Joo nearly slapped that arrogant face of his once more.
She deliberately turned her gaze away and tightly shut her eyes again.
“They only just found out we’re married. I was finally starting to see the light again…”
“Well, I found you now—that’s what matters.”
“What do you mean by that?”
Overwhelmed, Hae Joo’s eyes welled up with tears.
She hated the idea of pleading with this utterly rude man to play the devoted husband.
Just as she was about to storm off in disgust, their eyes met.
His irises—where light and shadow mingled mysteriously—resembled the night sky under a full moon. Despite his curt tone, their warmth shone solely for Hae Joo.
“It means you shouldn’t suffer alone anymore.”
Strangely, Hae Joo’s turbulent emotions began to settle.
It was as if a grand curtain had enveloped the abyss of her fear, gently assuring her everything would be alright.
It defied logic—but she felt it all the same.
At that moment, he scribbled something on a loose memo lying on the desk and thrust it into Hae Joo’s hand before opening the glass door.
“I’ll take responsibility for this. Once you’ve sorted things out the way you want, come find me again.”
Hae Joo herself wasn’t emotionally ready to continue the conversation. For now, she simply clutched the paper he’d handed her and quickly left.
Back home, she stayed in bed all day, feverish and exhausted.
When she finally called Jin Han and recounted everything that happened, his sigh burst through the line.
“There’s nothing we can do. He said he’ll take responsibility—just go negotiate with him.”
The next day, Hae Joo prepared to go out.
With no other choice, she unfolded the paper Do Jun had given her yesterday and read what he’d written.
“It’s an address. Is he telling me to come here?”
She typed the address into her navigation and drove off.
Soon, she arrived at a high-rise building in Gangnam, offering a clear view of the Han River. Recognizing it as a building she often passed by, she looked up at it in a daze.
“This is the headquarters of Jino Group.”
Jino Group was a well-known investment advisory firm famous for its bold fund products.
Recently, it had grown rapidly and was now competing for a top spot in the industry.
At the lobby, Hae Joo showed the note to the security guard on duty and asked,
“I’m here to see Mr. Park Do Jun.”
“Please follow me.”
Recognizing her, the guard escorted her directly to Do Jun’s executive office on the top floor.
As if expecting her, his secretary bowed respectfully.
Moments later, an elegant wooden door opened. Inside the glass-walled office stood Do Jun—dressed differently from yesterday.
“Welcome.”
His perfectly tailored suit accentuated his powerful stride.
The sharp lines of his frame seemed molded to his body, and his solid muscles—impossible to hide even beneath fabric—commanded attention.
“Which one is the real you, Mr. Park Do Jun?”
“I was just waiting.”
Merely standing face-to-face with him felt overwhelming.
Though she’d felt it yesterday too, the more she spoke with Do Jun, the more she sensed herself getting pulled in—like sinking into quicksand.
It was hard to believe he was the same person.
Perhaps it really was the setting that shaped the man—Hae Joo couldn’t help but wonder about Do Jun’s true intentions when he’d waited for her in that run-down building yesterday.
“Don’t tell me you deliberately caused all this…”
“You didn’t know me back then. I was just waiting—what’s wrong with that?”
Within just a few days, something massive had unfolded before she could even react.
If all this had been someone’s scheme, there was no way she’d let it slide.
Hae Joo wasn’t the type to sit back and take it. Using this as an opportunity to keep a close eye on Do Jun didn’t seem like a bad idea.
Wiping all expression from her face, she finally voiced the request she’d rehearsed all the way here.
“I want you to take responsibility for this marriage.”
Three years ago, the consequences of Hae Joo’s choice had ended with Lee Jun—the eldest son of President Park—while he was still alive.
She had no idea what had driven him to write his younger brother’s name on the marriage registration.
Hae Joo recalled the promise Do Jun made to her at the end of their last meeting.
Despite his phrasing, she understood it really meant they should work together to fix things.
“Are you even listening to me?”
Do Jun’s sharply lifted gaze cut through Hae Joo.
Though his expression looked fierce, strangely, she didn’t feel afraid.
His face remained unreadable.
Then, his closed lips curved into a crescent smile as he leaned close to whisper by her ear.
A breath brushed her skin, making the fine hairs on her delicate neck stand on end.
“Should we get a divorce? Or… do you want to live with me?”
In that instant, Hae Joo froze as if bound by invisible chains.
Do Jun’s reckless, baseless provocation sent flames racing up from her toes.
She was clearly caught in his trap—worse than a swamp, because the more she struggled, the deeper she sank.
He couldn’t possibly be unaware of her request. Yet knowingly, he toyed with her in underhanded ways.
Even in this moment, Do Jun casually signaled the guard and secretary to leave.
At the same time, he murmured a secret whisper into her ear.
“Relax your body.”
“Haah!”
Only then did Hae Joo finally catch her breath, her chest heaving.
Losing balance, she stumbled—but Do Jun swiftly caught her by the back, pulling them even closer.
The crisp citrus scent tickling her nose snapped her senses awake.
“Get away from me!”
“There’s no need to be so guarded. I’m your husband, after all.”
“Don’t say such awful things. I don’t know you at all.”
“But you knew my dead brother, then?”
She couldn’t have.
Aside from the fact that Lee Jun had used Park Do Jun’s name on the marriage registration, she remembered almost nothing.
At the time, he’d been bone-thin, wearing a cap pulled low over his face.
Only the bridge of his nose and his dry, rough lips had left any impression.
“Are you absolutely sure someone named Park Yi Jun really registered our marriage using your name?”
“Yeah.”
“Then why on earth would he do that?”
“How should I know what a dead man was thinking? I was serving in the military back then.”
There was no point asking for reasons now.
Yet Hae Joo still desperately wished she could somehow undo the past three years.
Kyung Ae had subjected her to relentless abuse and gaslighting. So accustomed to pain, she’d become helpless—unable to leave even after turning twenty.
But then, through President Park, she’d had a major realization:
The only person who could save her from all this was none other than herself.
It took her a full day to act on that resolve.
After leaving home, though she struggled, a whole new world opened up before her.
She currently had five confirmed CF contracts and had already been cast in her next film. Before this scandal broke, she’d been hailed as “the rising star of cinema” for her ethereal beauty and unique charm.
She’d thought only happy days lay ahead—but she was wrong.
Now, the marriage she believed was long over had come back to haunt her.
It was a choice she’d never make if given the chance today—but it was already too late.
Just what sin had she committed in a past life to deserve a trial like this? Though she didn’t say it aloud, the words burning in her throat were simple: “It hurts.”
“This has caused me serious trouble.”
“Oh?”
The public was demanding Hae Joo explain her marriage situation, causing an uproar. GN Entertainment had only posted a short statement saying they’d clarify their position soon.
The situation was too urgent for arguments. She had to calm down and reach some kind of compromise with Do Jun.
Yet Do Jun, whether aware of her turmoil or not, remained not just calm—but indifferent.
“Coffee? Or something else to drink?”
“No, thanks. I’m not in the mood for anything.”
“Were you always this sensitive?”
“This whole thing has my entire life riding on it!”
Do Jun gestured toward the sofa with his hand.
Only then did Hae Joo finally step away from his intense citrus scent.
He took a tall glass from the fridge, filled it with ice, and poured in some pre-brewed cold brew concentrate.
“Caffeine helps in situations like this. Go ahead and drink.”
Seeing the glass frosted with ice, Hae Joo suddenly felt parched.
She tried to act unaffected—but unconsciously, she licked her lips.
Do Jun didn’t miss even that small gesture, capturing every detail in his gaze.
“Aren’t you going to drink anything?”
“To be honest, I’m craving a cigarette more. Hurry up and drink.”
“You smoke?”
“If it bothers you, I’ll quit.”
Hae Joo shot him a glare before picking up the glass. The coolness against her palm felt soothing, calming her feverish nerves.
She’d only meant to take a sip—but as soon as the coffee touched her lips, she’d already downed half of it. The sharp chill sliding down her throat triggered a splitting headache.
“Drink slowly.”
“I’ll get straight to the point.”
Not wanting the conversation to drift off-topic again, Hae Joo abruptly voiced her purpose.
After taking a deep breath, she parted her plump lips.
“We can’t get a divorce right away.”
“Hmm.”
“But that doesn’t mean I can just keep pretending we’re married—it makes no sense.”
“Why not?”
“Are you really asking me that?”
Do Jun leaned comfortably into the sofa, crossing his legs. Unlike Hae Joo, who remained rigid and tense, he kept a faint smile on his lips the whole time—
as if silently saying, “Let’s see how far you’ll go.”
“As you well know…”
“Park Do Jun.”
“Yes?”
“My name is Park Do Jun.”
He stated his identity clearly,
searing it into her mind with unmistakable desire—making sure she’d never forget him again.
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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