The Sin of Loving Me (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
Hae Joo’s hands clutched the collar of Do Jun’s T-shirt. Even after waking from the dream, she couldn’t shake the moment she’d nearly slipped off the seventh-floor railing.
“I’m scared.”
Her pounding heart throbbed violently in her chest.
Her chest ached and felt heavy, forcing Hae Joo to squeeze her eyes shut.
Tears welled up foolishly.
It was just a dream about something that happened years ago—why was she still like this?
She’d believed she was different from her past self, but she wasn’t.
When suddenly thrown back into that forgotten hell, her limbs seized up as if paralyzed, convulsing uncontrollably.
“Calm down.”
Only then did Hae Joo recognize the solid, comforting presence holding her.
Her body, which had tumbled off the bed, was now cradled in Do Jun’s arms.
Dazed, she clung tightly to him.
She struggled with all her might to escape the swamp of death, yet still couldn’t distinguish dream from reality.
Even outside the camera’s view, in this utterly private space, Hae Joo had become a child again.
“I’m right here with you.”
“Hah… hah!”
The fragmented scene from the end of her dream overlapped strangely with the present moment.
The familiar embrace and scent jolted Hae Joo back to consciousness.
Embarrassment washed over her belatedly. Perhaps because of the lingering tremor in her chest, she couldn’t calm down easily.
Just then, Hae Joo slowly raised one trembling hand.
“I’m okay now… Please let go.”
“Not yet.”
Do Jun’s arms tightened around her even more.
It didn’t hurt. His heartbeat, pulsing from their pressed chests, resonated clearly through to Hae Joo.
Her lips pressed against the hollow between his shoulder and neck. Her pale, swollen skin began warming up from the heat of his body.
“I had a dream… about almost falling off the rooftop railing…”
Why now?
Why, on the very first night sleeping in Do Jun’s house, had she dreamed something like this?
She thought she’d completely forgotten—but she hadn’t. The hell revived in her dream stretched out its tentacles, ready to devour her again.
It could only mean she’d grown this sensitive again.
“Wait!”
Startled and tearful, Hae Joo suddenly opened her eyes wide.
A forgotten scene unfolded instantly in her mind.
Back then, she’d been dizzy and disoriented from a pounding headache.
She remembered someone catching her as she wobbled on the railing, swaying in the wind.
If they’d been just 0.1 seconds later, Hae Joo would have fallen and been seriously injured.
“Could it be…?”
“As long as you’re alive, that’s what matters. Calm now?”
The man who’d saved her in the dream actually existed in real life.
Do Jun’s actions mirrored so closely those of the man in her dream, it felt as if he’d peered directly into it.
A chill of déjà vu prickled from the tips of Hae Joo’s toes.
Like breath being breathed back into a dead body, warmth returned to her stiff limbs along with faint shivers.
“You once asked me if I remembered you, Do Jun.”
Do Jun’s gentle gaze flowed toward Hae Joo.
As if tending to wounds torn open by painful memories, his embrace pressed closer against her fragile frame.
“In my dream, I saw a man who looked just like you.”
Her sweat-drenched face looked pitiful.
Only then did he sigh in relief as he finally laid her back on the bed.
“Could it have been you?”
“…”
“The person who caught me when I nearly fell off the rooftop railing—was it you, Do Jun?”
She finally recalled the bewildered stranger’s eyes she’d seen through her hazy vision.
The short hair, the cleanly drawn jawline, the sharp eyes with subtle double eyelids…
“Yeah.”
His tone was calm, yet his deepening gaze held quiet resolve.
Though his style had changed, one thing remained unchanged: his open, unconditional embrace.
Back then, Hae Joo had collapsed into the arms of the man who saved her. She’d faintly glimpsed her rescuer before passing out entirely.
When she opened her eyes again, she was in a hospital. Beside her, Kyung Ae was making excuses to the police.
“Was it really you, Do Jun?”
She’d heard that a young man had carried her to the hospital.
He’d even paid her hospital fees in advance and vanished without a trace once Kyung Ae arrived.
Because of how things went, she’d never gotten a chance to thank him.
For Hae Joo, that moment had been so painful she’d focused solely on forgetting it until now.
“I’ll say it again—what matters is you didn’t die.”
Her eyes burned belatedly.
How could she possibly explain this situation, feeling as if bewitched by will-o’-the-wisps?
The husband she thought dead had reappeared, repeatedly lifting and setting her down. Despite suddenly having to live together, he’d remained consistently calm. No matter what he did, Hae Joo only felt resistance toward him.
Yet Do Jun’s grip on her—though seemingly indifferent to the world—was fiercely strong.
That day from her dream had been pure hell for Hae Joo. Yet the one person she wished would stay amid all those memories she longed to erase turned out to be Do Jun.
It was only right to thank him now, yet the words wouldn’t leave her lips.
“It’s still early. Sleep some more.”
The digital clock had just struck 6 a.m.
Saturday had begun—marking the start of the weekend.
Do Jun, who’d attended a drinking party last night, carried no trace of alcohol. Hae Joo absentmindedly brushed her nose where his scent lingered.
“I’ll go.”
He stood and turned his back to her.
His broad shoulders and solid torso reminded her of this house itself.
She watched as Do Jun reached for the doorknob.
Just as he pushed open the door, displacing the early morning air, Hae Joo called out.
“Th-thank you.”
“Hm?”
“Back then… on the rooftop…”
Do Jun’s head tilted slightly.
Hae Joo, holding her quickened breath, endured her shyness and spoke.
“For saving my life.”
“It was nothing.”
He turned his gaze back toward the hallway.
He took a step as if to leave immediately—but paused.
“Do you still think that one-year expiration date matters more to you?”
For Hae Joo, divorce after one year was inevitable.
Their marriage wasn’t normal to begin with, and seeing Do Jun only brought back memories she wanted to forget.
When signing with her agency, she hadn’t disclosed her marital status.
As Jin Han had said, that was a clear breach of contract.
She still had four more years left on her contract with GN Entertainment. To ensure smooth work, she couldn’t afford to disregard her promise to the agency.
“Isn’t that matter already settled?”
“Think carefully—will divorcing after one year truly help you?”
Do Jun left the room.
Only then did Hae Joo’s strength fade, and she collapsed onto the bed.
“The person who saved me was Do Jun…”
Her mind was in chaos.
She had no desire to relive the past again.
She struggled to settle her heart, raw from reopened wounds.
When she finally awoke after catching up on sleep, it was almost 9 a.m.
***
Last night, Do Jun had been cornered at the drinking party, forced to explain himself to a group of people.
Everyone had believed he was single and was now quite shocked.
President Kim, who held the most influence, was especially furious.
“President Park Do Jun! Is it true you married that actress?”
“Yes.”
“But you’ve lived alone just fine all this time!”
“As I officially stated today, I was simply waiting for Hae Joo to pursue her dreams.”
That was all the explanation Do Jun was willing to give.
Everyone reacted with disbelief. Some sighed, and President Kim wore an expression of utter skepticism.
“Let me buy everyone a round today. Please, ease your minds.”
“It’s just ridiculous! Not even dating—suddenly getting married like this?”
“There are reasons I can’t disclose.”
“Is it because of your father?”
Instead of answering, Do Jun poured expensive whiskey into President Kim’s glass.
Taking the glass, President Kim downed it in one gulp and grumbled,
“My daughter’s been pestering me endlessly because she’s smitten with you.”
“…”
“I raised her preciously. Honestly, I thought you wouldn’t be a bad match for her.”
“I see.”
“Why did it have to be an actress?”
“What do you mean?”
“Let’s be honest—an entertainer isn’t suitable as a first wife.”
Do Jun’s temper began to fray. Unaware, President Kim continued,
“Among business circles, entertainers are barely different from courtesans.”
“…”
“She’s beneath your standing. Won’t this tarnish your image?”
“Hae Joo and I have already been married for three years.”
“Really? I thought you’d just gotten married recently. So that’s not the case.”
“…”
“Don’t handle matters like this from now on. You’ll lose your credibility in a snap.”
It was absurd advice.
They’d panicked themselves, then dared to gossip about Do Jun’s private life.
In the old days, he’d have flipped the table over.
But now, Do Jun merely offered them another round of hard liquor with a cold smile.
‘Drink and get out.’
These wealthy individuals had indeed helped during the company’s early days.
But as their influence grew, they’d become increasingly tiresome, acting as if they owned him.
Now, even if all their fortunes combined, they still couldn’t match Do Jun.
Jino Group was poised to soon become the industry’s top player. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that South Korea’s financial lifeline would soon flow through Do Jun.
His carefully nurtured company was finally preparing for its grand takeoff.
It was time to sever rotten ties and charge forward.
“You all seem quite drunk. I’ll wrap things up here.”
Do Jun hadn’t touched a drop himself.
Leaving the table while everyone else was wasted, he handed them over to his manager and stepped out.
He then deleted everyone present that night from his personal contacts.
“Manager Song, from now on, have the secretary’s office handle calls from these people.”
“Understood.”
He would’ve normally tried to maintain old relationships out of courtesy.
But the way they’d mocked Hae Joo under the guise of giving advice had made Do Jun’s blood boil.
“Maybe I should’ve stuffed gags into their filthy mouths instead of liquor.”
“Please restrain yourself.”
He knew they respected his capabilities yet secretly judged him by his academic background and origins. Cleaning house like this actually left him feeling lighter.
“I’m tired. Let’s go home quickly.”
“Yes, sir.”
Though he pretended not to care, just knowing Hae Joo was at home made Do Jun feel strangely unsettled.
It was like a feather tickling between his throat and sternum.
He absentmindedly rubbed his neck, loosened his tie, and undid a few shirt buttons.
“Are you feeling hot?”
“It’s strange having a woman at home.”
After giving birth to twin boys, Do Jun’s mother had passed away early due to complications. President Park never even considered remarriage while raising his sons.
He could’ve hired a nanny or housekeeper to ease the burden, but he didn’t. He personally changed diapers and fed them formula, raising the boys himself.
As they grew older, the brothers split household chores, so there wasn’t even a shadow of a woman in their home.
Having gone through all-boys middle and high schools, Do Jun was utterly sick of men.
He’d even ended up in an engineering college and enlisted in the military.
It wasn’t until discharge that he learned he was already a married man.
“Madam isn’t just an ordinary woman.”
Manager Song’s lips subtly curved. Seeing Do Jun’s serious expression in the rearview mirror, he quickly suppressed his smile.
“A wife for me… Manager Song, does that seem believable to you?”
“I’m also quite stunned. I never imagined a day like this would come.”
They arrived home after driving through the night-darkened streets.
Do Jun climbed the stairs soundlessly and immediately changed clothes.
Before showering, he lingered outside Hae Joo’s door.
Hearing no signs she was awake, he showered and lay down in bed.
Sleep wouldn’t come easily tonight. Knowing Hae Joo was just beyond that wall kept making him feel oddly restless.
He finally drifted off—only to wake up again.
Thirsty, Do Jun stepped out of his room and heard Hae Joo groaning.
“…!”
He rushed in to find her struggling in the grip of a nightmare.
Then, hearing her sob unconsciously in her sleep, Do Jun’s heart sank.
“Lee Hae Joo, open your eyes.”
He tried waking her, but it was no use. Guessing the nature of her nightmare, fury and worry ignited within him.
She looked like she might break apart at any second.
Panicked and helpless, he suddenly pulled her into a tight embrace.
It was the first time since catching her delicate frame as she nearly fell from the rooftop years ago.
Back then, and now—Hae Joo was still…
“Why are you so light?”
Back then, Hae Joo had been famously beautiful in their neighborhood, well-known among local men. Do Jun had only ever heard rumors about her.
Then came that incident on the rooftop.
That very day, his older twin brother Yi Jun had been diagnosed with blood cancer.
The rooftop, uniquely windy due to the building’s location, had served as Do Jun’s usual hideout—he always went there when feeling stifled.
“One year… then divorce, huh…”
Back then, Do Jun had sprinted like a madman, carrying Hae Joo all the way to the hospital ER. Even as he laid her on the bed, she couldn’t let go of his clothes.
He’d barely managed to pry her small, trembling hand loose. She’d looked like a snow-white angel fallen from the sky.
After returning from the hospital, Do Jun had been utterly dazed.
For the first time, he’d confessed his true feelings to Yi Jun, who’d remained calm even after his own diagnosis.
“I saw a girl today.”
“Yeah?”
“I was terrified she might die.”
“Aren’t you scared of me dying?”
“Park Yi Jun isn’t going to die. Don’t worry.”
From that day on, strangely, malicious wolves began circling Hae Joo.
They even made bets on who could sleep with her first.
Because Kyung Ae treated her poorly, these incidents kept happening.
At first, Do Jun only warned them with words.
He told them to stop.
But foolish men, showing off, went as far as making concrete plans.
It was unthinkable—at least to Do Jun.
So he crushed their limbs in the only way he knew how.
The rumor spread through the neighborhood, earning him the nickname “disgraced punk.” People even muttered that it was inevitable for a loan shark’s son, pitying only his dead mother.
“Do Jun, what’s gotten into you lately? If you’re gonna act like this, just go join the army!”
President Park forced him into enlistment. Even then, Hae Joo seemed unaware of Do Jun’s existence.
He’d briefly considered confessing. But with enlistment looming and Hae Joo barely struggling to survive on her own, he’d shaken his head, fearing he’d only burden her more.
Resolving to forget her, Do Jun went berserk in the army.
Then, he received a cryptic letter from Yi Jun.
—Lee Hae Joo is under my temporary protection. When you’re discharged, you’ll take responsibility for her. And please look after Father.
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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