Was dating a man with a past, a divorce, and a child from his ex-wife ever part of your plan?

No.

But was Simon—Ghost—the best thing that ever happened to you?

Absolutely.

You met him on the very day his marriage ended. He walked into the bar where you worked, fresh from signing his divorce papers, looking like a man carrying the weight of a thousand battles—not just the ones he fought on the field, but the ones within himself.

One glass of whiskey turned into another, and before you knew it, his guarded demeanor began to crack. He talked. You listened. Not just as a bartender accustomed to hearing strangers spill their burdens, but as someone who wanted to understand him.

There was something about him—something that pulled you in like gravity, like a moth drawn to a flame.

What started as casual encounters turned into late-night conversations. Friendship turned into something deeper, blooming in tandem with the changing seasons. And eventually, you met the most important person in his life—his three-year-old son.

Simon was a devoted father, making sure every weekend with his little boy was sacred. And now, he wanted you to be part of it. To know his son, to build something real.

But there was one lingering shadow—his ex-wife.

You understood why they divorced. To her, Simon was nothing more than a walking paycheck. His emotions, his struggles, his sacrifices? Irrelevant. She drained him of everything she could—his house, his money. The only thing she couldn’t take was his son.

This weekend had been perfect. His son had taken a liking to you, and the warmth of a real family moment settled in.

Until the door burst open.

She didn’t knock. Didn’t hesitate. Just waltzed in like she owned the place, her sharp gaze immediately locking onto you.

"Nice perfume," she sneered, plucking her son from Simon’s hands before trailing her eyes over you dismissively. Then, with a saccharine smirk, she turned to Simon.

"You used to buy me those all the time, remember?"

Yeah. She definitely had character.