Chapter 9
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Meet CHYNA - The Woman Who Shattered This Fairytale
Chyna Park had always believed she understood people— their weaknesses, their blind spots, their hidden desires.
It was her gift. Her weapon.
Her curse.
From the moment she met Ken Jones, she knew exactly what kind of man he was.
Polished.
Confident.
Hungry for admiration.
A man who needed to be worshiped to feel alive.
A man who didn’t just want power—he wanted to be the center of someone’s world.
And Chyna? She knew how to be that center. Better than his wife ever had.
Better than Mira Han with her soft voice, gentle smiles, and infuriatingly perfect grace.
Chyna could see it clearly:
Mira was the kind of woman men married.
She was the kind they chased.
But not the kind they stayed loyal to.
Not men like Ken.
Not men who craved fire more than peace.
Chaos more than calm.
Validation more than partnership.
She saw it in the way he watched her across the office that first month—
the way his gaze lingered a little too long,
the way his voice softened when he spoke to her,
the way he stayed late because she was still at her desk.
She didn’t seduce him.
She simply waited.
Men like Ken always crossed the line.
And when he finally did,
when he kissed her in the darkened boardroom on a night they both pretended was “accidental,”
she knew she had won.
Or so she thought.
***
Chyna always hated the way people talked about Mira.
“Mira’s so kind.”
“Mira’s brilliant.”
“Mira’s beautiful.”
“Mira’s perfect.”
Perfect.
Perfect.
Perfect.
It made Chyna sick.
Perfect women were the worst kind.
The kind who made men feel small.
The kind whose existence made other women invisible.
When Ken talked about his wife in those early months, his eyes softened.
That softness irritated Chyna more than anything.
Because she could tell—
even as he lied, even as he betrayed, even as he told her she was “different”—
that Mira Han owned a piece of him.
A piece Chyna couldn’t reach.
Not yet.
But pieces could be broken.
Shattered.
Stolen.
Chyna just had to wait for the right moment.
***
When Ken arrived at the office that morning,
eyes hollow,
tie crooked,
shirt wrinkled—
Chyna knew instantly.
Mira had finally left.
The realization sent a shock of thrill through her body.
Something victorious.
Dark.
Addictive.
This was it.
This was the moment she had been building toward.
She smoothed her dress, reapplied her lipstick, and walked toward his office with controlled anticipation.
She knocked softly.
Waited.
Entered.
He looked up, broken.
And oh, how sweet it was.
“You didn’t reply to my messages,” she said gently. “Are you okay?”
He flinched.
Ran a hand through his hair.
Looked like a man being crushed by invisible weight.
“Don’t. Just… don’t.”
His voice cracked.
“Mira left.”
The words tasted like gold.
But she kept her face blank,
her sympathy perfectly measured.
“Oh,” she whispered.
“I’m… sorry.”
She wasn’t.
Not even a little.
But then Ken’s eyes lifted to hers—
and for the first time since she’d met him,
he wasn’t looking at Chyna with desire.
He was looking with suspicion.
“With all your questions,” he murmured slowly,
“with the way you always asked about Mira…
How long have you been waiting for this?”
Her pulse stopped.
A mini-second.
A heartbeat.
A slip.
But that was enough.
His eyes sharpened with realization.
He wasn’t a stupid man—just a distracted one.
She forced a soft breath.
Forced tears to dance on her lashes.
Forced anguish into her voice.
“Ken… don’t say that.”
But he turned away from her.
Turned away.
A small gesture—but devastating.
Because in that moment, Chyna realized something she had never considered:
Ken Jones wasn’t going to run into her arms.
He wasn’t going to choose her.
He wasn’t going to fill the hole his wife left with her existence.
He was going to break.
And Chyna wasn’t sure he would ever look at anyone the same way again.
Especially her.
***
When she left his office, her heels clicking sharply on the marble floor, she forced herself to stand tall.
She should’ve been celebrating.
She had won.
She had gotten what she wanted.
The wife was gone.
So why did it feel like losing?
Why did Ken look at her like she was part of the problem, and not the solution?
Why did the halls feel colder, emptier, as if Mira had taken the warmth of the building with her?
Jealousy stabbed at her.
Not jealousy of the marriage.
She never wanted to be Mira.
She wanted to replace her.
To be chosen over her.
To triumph.
But now…
Now Ken was unraveling, and Chyna felt Mira’s presence everywhere.
The employees whispering.
The broken expression on Ken’s face.
The way the company seemed to dim without its CEO’s light.
Mira had left.
But she hadn’t disappeared.
She lingered like a ghost in every room Chyna walked into.
As the day dragged on, Chyna watched Ken struggle through meetings.
He couldn’t focus.
He murmured Mira’s name under his breath once.
He stared blankly at his phone for long minutes.
And Chyna’s resentment grew.
“What does she have,” she seethed internally,
“that I don’t?”
Beauty?
Chyna had beauty.
Brains?
Chyna had competence.
Charm?
She could charm circles around half the women in the building.
So why?
Why Mira?
Why did leaving turn her into a legend in Ken’s eyes?
Why did regret suddenly make him worship a woman he had spent years discarding?
And why—why did the thought make Chyna’s stomach twist?
She had spent three years weaving a future out of stolen moments and hidden touches.
She had gambled everything on a man who held her like a secret.
Now she was realizing:
Secrets don’t become crowns.
Secrets become regrets.
And Chyna was starting to understand the terrifying truth—
She hadn’t won anything.
She had only helped destroy a man who had never planned to choose her.
A man whose heart still belonged to the woman walking away.
And Chyna hated her for it.
Hated him for it.
Hated herself for believing a lie told in the dark.
***
When Ken left the office early, shattered,
Chyna watched him go.
This wasn’t the man she fell for.
This was a ghost of him.
And she didn’t like what she saw.
But she wasn’t giving up.
Not on her pride.
Not on her ego.
Not on the future she had imagined.
If Mira Han thought she could walk away and take everything with her—
Chyna was about to show her that some women don’t disappear quietly.
Some women bite back.
Some women fight dirty.
Some women don’t let go of the man they wanted— even if he no longer wants them.
And Chyna Park?
She had never been good at letting go.
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