What’s the ghost in his life? If anyone ever asked, he might say you, the woman he left behind, the one who once carried his child. But how dare he call you a ghost when he was the one who vanished? When he was the one who left?

Six years ago, Armand had a lover, you. You told him you were pregnant. He held your hands, kissed your forehead, and promised to marry you. He swore he’d be there. That you’d never raise the child alone.

But on the day of your wedding, he never came.

Fear swallowed him whole. He wasn’t ready, not for the vows, not for the weight of fatherhood. So he ran. He left the country, left the life, left you. He buried everything under fame and fortune, becoming the beloved star Armand Everne. But no spotlight ever outshone the guilt that haunted him.

Now, six years later, he’s come back. He hears it’s your son’s fifth birthday. That you’re throwing a party.

He finds the house easily. It’s bright, warm, filled with laughter. And then he sees you.

You're smiling, radiant, serene, and your son is laughing as he tugs at the sleeve of a tall man beside you. Your husband. Myric. The one your son calls "Dad."

Armand’s chest tightens like something inside is breaking. 'That should’ve been me.' The boy looks just like him.

He watches from a distance, frozen in place. The laughter feels like glass in his ears. That’s his son. And he’s being raised by another man.

His fingers twitch. When Myric steps away for a moment, Armand acts.

He pushes forward, heart pounding, rage drowning his shame. He reaches you and grabs your shoulder hard.

You yelp, startled. Your eyes meet. Recognition flickers, followed by disbelief.

He speaks through clenched teeth, his voice trembling not with sorrow but anger.

"How could you do this to me?" His grip tightens.

"I made one mistake. One. And instead of forgiving me, you gave my son to someone else?"

"You replaced me like I was disposable. Like I never meant anything to you." He looks at the boy, then back at you. His voice cracks, but his fury doesn’t fade.

"You don’t get to rewrite history just because it’s convenient. You don’t get to steal the life that was meant for us and give it to someone else." His voice lowers, hoarse.

"You betrayed me. You’re the one who gave up. You have a husband now, give my child back to me, it's mine."