The Sin of Loving Me (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 9
“What do you mean, ‘deal with him’?”
“You’re asking because you don’t know?”
Hae Joo’s insides burned with anxiety.
She scrambled in her mind, recalling Do Jun’s earlier message, searching desperately for a way out.
“But Mr. Do Jun, you’ve never even taken acting lessons!”
“Making love is instinctual for men and women.”
The next film would open with a bold scene: So Hee in a wedding dress sharing an intimate moment with the male lead.
What mattered wasn’t just what was shown on screen.
All the foreshadowing for the story ahead was carefully hidden within this opening sequence.
Director Kwak had decided to replace this scene with a wedding ceremony instead.
She simply needed to state honestly what had changed—yet Hae Joo’s heart kept twisting uncomfortably.
“Do you really think you can do it well?”
“There’s nothing I can’t handle.”
Do Jun looked like someone who hadn’t eaten in days—his eyes wild with a hunger that threatened to devour anything in reach.
She’d made a terrible mistake by provoking a man like this.
If Do Jun took even one more step forward, he’d collapse onto the sofa, so Hae Joo braced herself and held him up.
“Just because it’s written in the script doesn’t mean you have to do everything it says.”
“Then convince me not to.”
“What?”
“Didn’t I say it before? If we’re going to shoot a romance film, you’ll need my agreement.”
“What if I refuse?”
“Then we’ll get a divorce.”
The impact of his quitting smoking was clearly severe.
If Do Jun himself was bringing up divorce, there was nothing left to discuss.
This reckless fight needed to end right here.
“Actually! The script’s been revised.”
“Why didn’t you say so earlier?”
Do Jun immediately released Hae Joo’s wrist.
He leaned back lazily onto the sofa and skimmed through the rest of the script.
“This whole movie feels… explicit.”
“…”
“I don’t like it.”
“Give me back the script.”
He ignored her completely. If anything, having something to focus on seemed to ease his withdrawal symptoms, and his expression visibly lightened.
“People are already suspicious about us living separately during our marriage.”
Hae Joo remembered Yoon Ji’s pointed remarks. Just that alone was enough to know how much gossip was swirling behind their backs.
There was no doubt—this was a delicate situation requiring caution.
From now on, they’d constantly have to watch public and media reactions.
“Why bring that up all of a sudden?”
Exhausted by the immediate reality, Hae Joo snapped irritably. Do Jun frowned at her petulant tone.
“If you act in this kind of movie, only you will take the heat.”
“…!”
“A devoted, pure-hearted husband paired with a romantic heroine—yet she chooses a film with explicit scenes just for success? It doesn’t add up.”
“That’s exactly why we decided to revise the script!”
“Was that your own choice—or someone else’s?”
“Why do you always single me out? I’m trying my best too!”
Hae Joo flared up, feeling unjustly scolded.
She was hurt, convinced Do Jun was taking out his withdrawal frustration on her.
“I just wonder—when you chose this role, did you ever once consider me?”
“Well…”
Jin Han’s influence was clearly strong here.
Hae Joo herself had been eager for this film and made her decision accordingly.
“So I was the only one in a hurry.”
If Director Kwak hadn’t suggested revising the script first, they would’ve proceeded as planned. For that alone, she felt guilty toward Do Jun.
“It’s just… I haven’t adjusted yet.”
“To what?”
“It’s only been a few days since I found out I’m a married woman.”
Hae Joo felt wronged too.
She still resented herself for giving in to Kyung Ae’s demands and stamping the marriage certificate in resignation.
If she’d known this future awaited her, she never would’ve agreed.
“I’m not oblivious to your feelings—but right now, I’m struggling badly with quitting smoking.”
“If you’re just going to take it out on me, then just smoke.”
“But didn’t you say your bronchial tubes are weak?”
“How do you even know that?”
“Just do.”
Even at this moment, Do Jun was tortured by thoughts of the cigarette he’d normally be holding between his lips.
He closed his eyes, biting his own innocent lips in frustration—
When suddenly something slipped between them, startling him into opening his eyes with a grimace.
“Hmm?”
“Here—chew on this instead.”
What Hae Joo offered was a cherry tomato she’d fetched from the fridge.
If she thought this tiny thing could soothe his inflamed cravings, she was sorely mistaken.
“I don’t want it.”
“Then spit it out.”
Defiantly, Do Jun bit down hard on the tomato.
His pride stung slightly—but he crunched it thoroughly and swallowed.
In that moment, Hae Joo snatched the script back.
She sat down far away from Do Jun and began studying So Hee’s role.
“Don’t disturb me.”
Do Jun simply lay down fully on the sofa.
Though someone was right beside him, Hae Joo muttered her lines under her breath, her usually smooth brow furrowing. Sometimes she clenched her soft fists tightly, burning with determination.
Even in his drowsy state, he couldn’t take his eyes off her bare, makeup-free face. Strangely enough, Hae Joo still carried a trace of youthful innocence.
‘She’s still the same.’
Do Jun repeated to himself over and over how fortunate he was just to be near her. Gradually, his consciousness faded—and he drifted off to sleep.
.
.
.
At some point, the room grew quiet; Do Jun was already breathing evenly in deep slumber. Only then did Hae Joo’s tense shoulders finally relax.
“What’s his true self, really?”
Though quitting smoking had made Do Jun sensitive, he seemed different from how he’d acted toward Jin Han.
Asleep, he looked utterly defenseless—almost pure.
He was someone impossible to fully understand.
Since pondering wouldn’t yield answers, she turned her eyes back to the script.
After about an hour, she hit a limit—without a scene partner, progress stalled.
Normally, the youngest manager, Hyun Sung, would help her rehearse—but at home…?
“There’s only Mr. Do Jun… Is he completely asleep?”
Do Jun remained perfectly still, deeply immersed in sleep. He didn’t even notice when she waved her hand over his face.
Just then, it was time to practice So Hee’s intense monologue directed at her sleeping husband. The stage direction read: “She strokes him with greedy, seductive hands.”
This required deep emotional acting.
Since it might be filmed in one take, any rehearsal—even a little—would help.
‘Should I borrow Do Jun’s body for practice?’
As long as she was careful not to wake him, it should be fine.
Planning to mouth the monologue silently, she stood up quietly.
If she’d been alone, she’d have used a large teddy bear—but today, her rehearsal partner was Do Jun.
‘Let me see…’
Hae Joo moved beside the sleeping Do Jun.
Imagining he was lying in bed, she gingerly straddled the sofa next to him.
She took a deep breath into the empty air.
After steadying her breathing, she slipped into So Hee’s persona and began her monologue.
“Do you even know this? Lonely people are drawn to other lonely people.”
Hae Joo mimed tracing Do Jun’s straight eyebrows with her fingertips. Her hand’s shadow fluttered like a gentle breeze across his face.
At that moment, Do Jun’s eyes twitched faintly in his sleep—alert to her touch.
Unaware, Hae Joo boldly continued her performance.
“If I’m crazy, then I’ve simply recognized someone even crazier than I am.”
This time, she pretended to draw her fingertips down the elegant bridge of his nose between his eyebrows. As her wistful gesture lingered, tension rippled through Do Jun’s limbs.
Undeterred, Hae Joo sank deeper into her role—unintentionally pouring real emotion into the silent recitation.
“I wish you could feel what I’m feeling—even this unbearable loneliness.”
Her hand glided from the tip of his nose down toward his lips.
Just as her touch was about to land—slowly, tantalizingly—she passionately delivered her final line.
“So go mad for me, just like I’ve gone mad for you.”
Greed flickered in the corners of Hae Joo’s eyes.
A fire blazed within her—as if she’d die unless she possessed him immediately.
It was the precise moment emotion overrode reason.
Her delicate fingertips finally brushed against lips deprived of satisfaction all day.
“Lock me away as much as you desire, bind me tightly—please! Let me ruin myself completely… so I can never escape you… ever.”
That was when—
Do Jun’s hungry lips closed around Hae Joo’s finger.
“Ah!”
Warmth surged from her fingertip, racing through her entire body in an instant.
She tried to jerk upright—but Do Jun’s arm trapped her, pulling her down onto the sofa.
It happened in the blink of an eye.
“Mr. Do Jun?”
Do Jun’s breathing was so rapid it bordered on unstable.
As if she weren’t torturous enough already—Hae Joo had just poured oil onto the fire.
Her wrist caught in his grip, Hae Joo swallowed hard.
Strangely enough, the script itself described exactly this moment—the male lead waking to hold the heroine just like this.
“Almost got played, huh?”
“It’s not like that—I was just rehearsing…”
“You should’ve done it the first time I offered to be your partner.”
“…!”
“If I know what the next scene is, want to try it?”
“When did you read that far?”
“Just answer my question.”
She was utterly trapped.
Normally, she’d pick her battles—but against Do Jun, she stood no chance.
He was already mad, just as she’d recited in her lines.
If it was truly because of his nicotine cravings, she almost wanted to run out and buy him cigarettes right now.
“Turns out there’s something even stronger than cigarettes.”
“What’s that?”
“You.”
“What are you even saying!”
Do Jun’s body slowly lowered toward Hae Joo.
The atmosphere was completely different from their morning embrace.
At this rate, they’d…
“I made a mistake.”
“Mistakes like this are always welcome.”
Hae Joo had no way to escape. Whether acting or not, she had initiated contact without his permission.
She couldn’t think how to defuse the situation.
His lips, lingering with anticipation, looked ready to claim hers at any second.
“Wait!”
“What?”
“Let’s think rationally, okay?”
“You do that alone.”
“Hold on! Are you really going to…?”
“What can married couples not do?”
“But even as a married couple, we’re still…”
Do Jun’s hand brushed through Hae Joo’s dark hair.
His large palm covered half her small face.
His scent was overwhelming—so strong it seemed to affect even her sense of taste. Unconsciously, her lips parted, flushed crimson.
Just as her mind began to blur, the looming shadow above her receded.
When she opened her eyes, Do Jun had already left her lying on the sofa and was walking toward the kitchen.
“Haaah!”
Her heart refused to calm down.
She sat up with a creak and saw him holding out a glass of iced water after taking a gulp himself.
“Be more careful next time.”
“What did I even do wrong…?”
“Wanna finish what we started?”
Hae Joo shot him a glare, grabbed the script, and ran upstairs.
Only after closing the second-floor door did her legs finally give out.
“Ugh, seriously!”
She was sweating so profusely her back was damp.
Leaning against the door to catch her breath, she heard Do Jun knock.
“What is it?”
She opened the door slightly and looked up at him.
“Let’s have lunch together tomorrow. I have to visit my father today, so I’ll be late.”
“I already have plans for lunch tomorrow.”
“It’s the weekend.”
“I’m having lunch with my agency colleagues. If things go well, the director might come too.”
She stressed that she couldn’t miss this meal.
Most people would let it go—but with Do Jun, you never knew, so Hae Joo tensed up.
“Guess there’s no helping it.”
Surprisingly, Do Jun accepted it without resistance.
The problem was the disappointment that immediately shadowed his face.
Now she felt guilty all over again.
“If you’re going to see President Park… I’ll come with you.”
She blurted out words she didn’t mean.
Anyone could see this was penance for disturbing his sleep.
“Fine.”
“I’ll get ready and come down.”
Hae Joo changed into a comfortable dress and tied her hair into a ponytail.
Downstairs, Do Jun was already waiting.
“Are you sure you want to come?”
“Because of President Park, I was able to leave home.”
“Hmm.”
“Of course, I still resent your brother for writing the wrong name on the marriage certificate.”
“Do you really hate being married to me that much?”
Hae Joo instantly regretted saying it.
Her words had slipped out contrary to her intention.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Then does that mean you’re happy about it?”
“I’ll pass on your wordplay.”
Do Jun opened the front door and held it for her. Once Hae Joo stepped over the threshold, they walked side by side toward the garage.
“My father really cared about you.”
Hae Joo remembered President Park visiting her late at night to hand her fifty million won. She could only imagine how difficult it must have been for him—having just lost his son, yet needing to send Hae Joo away as well.
She guessed it was only possible because President Park had been determined to rescue her from her family.
“I’m going because I owe him too.”
“Owe him?”
“Before your brother passed away, he left me fifty million won, saying it was for me.”
“…”
“With that money, I was barely able to become independent.”
The corners of Do Jun’s mouth lifted faintly—almost imperceptibly.
He unlocked the car with the smart key, helped Hae Joo into the passenger seat, and took the wheel.
Fifteen minutes away stood a specialized dementia care facility. Despite its high-end reputation, it didn’t look like a typical nursing home from the outside.
“I didn’t know a place like this existed here?”
It was fully equipped with everything residents might need.
Do Jun registered for a visit at the first-floor reception desk.
“You may go upstairs right away.”
The first-floor lobby bustled with people.
Those who recognized Hae Joo began whispering among themselves.
This was their first public outing together since the marriage scandal broke.
She hadn’t realized it was such a large facility—now she felt flustered.
“Maybe we shouldn’t have come.”
In the past, people always reacted positively when meeting Hae Joo. But since the scandal, she’d had to endure increasing negativity.
Gradually, Hae Joo’s expression stiffened awkwardly. She forced a smile, but her eyes wandered restlessly, unable to settle.
“Aren’t we going?”
“People are staring at us.”
“Let them stare.”
“What?”
Do Jun suddenly grabbed Hae Joo’s hand.
All the onlookers’ eyes widened in shock.
“Shall we go see my father?”
He wouldn’t let go of Hae Joo.
Not today—nor ever again.
Turns Out He’s Been Secretly in Love with Me
One-line summary: He acts like he doesn’t like her but is actually playing hard to get.
Synopsis:
Xu Muzhou like her. He has liked her for a very long time, and through repeated schemes, he finally closed the distance with her.
But this is still far from enough.
He wants to be the one who stands out among her many suitors, to fight for her attention, and to make her take the initiative to pursue him.
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