Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 370: A good cheating scandal.

Old lady Mayfair was faking her smiles, she kept looking at Phoebe with sad eyes that made her comfortable.

"I will get you another coffee." Phoebe told Miranda and she stood up abruptly.

"Excuse me." Old lady Mayfair quickly followed Phoebe and caught up to her by the counter. "Pheebs..." she started.

Phoebe shook her head, focusing intently on the coffee machine and pushing the buttons with vengeance. "Nana, no, we are not having that conversation. I do not want to hear anything like I am sorry, I understand, I want to know exactly what happened, it was not your fault.... none of that."

Phoebe’s finger paused and she frowned, come to think of it, why had Miranda asked her such a strange question, Dickson had not succeeded in laying a hand on her in this life. Something was wrong and she couldn’t figure it out.

"She must have assumed that he did something to you because he has been coming after you so desperately and there have been rumors about him molesting other women." The Saxon spirit filled in the gaps quickly.

Phoebe hissed slowly and scratched her head; the explanation made some sense, but she still felt as if something was off.

Old lady Mayfair saw the frown on Phoebe’s face deepen and she assumed that it was the memories of the assault coming back to her.

"My baby, oh my baby." she cried weakly and hugged Phoebe from behind.

Phoebe did not know why she was being hugged or why, she twisted back and forth.

"Nana, you are going to spill the drinks, people are looking at us and Sylvester wants to use the espresso machine, we are in his way."

"Don’t hold it in, just cry with me." Grandma Mayfair sobbed louder, and Phoebe rolled her eyes, could her grandmother be any more dramatic?

She finished making Miranda’s drink and then slowly made her way back to the table with her grandmother hanging on to her the way some children held on to their mothers and had to be dragged forcefully.

"Old lady Mayfair, what happened?" an astounded Miranda asked.

Old lady Mayfair put her head on the table and sniveled. Phoebe had to wipe her grandmother’s tears away while engaging in a conversation with Miranda about the party that was planned for grandpa Saxon like gifts and a dress code.

As the ladies were talking, a new ghost with a familiar face floated into the cafe. Phoebe had a very bad feeling the moment she saw Gwyneth’s face; she had seen her sometimes on TV in the company of her husband. She always dressed elegantly, reflecting sophistication like most wives of rich politicians in Fog country did.

Her outfits were trend setters, even though half of the population could not afford to dress like her.

"Gwyneth Rowland, in my cafe." Phoebe’s chuckled in wonder as she watched the ghost float gracefully towards her.

This was the kind of woman that would never step foot into the cafe while she was alive. If she needed the services of a shaman, they would be brought to her and not the other way round, death had a funny way of balancing the scales.

Her companions’ eyes darted around, unlike Miranda, grandma Saxon wore ghost seeing glasses so she could see the ghost.

"As I live and breathe." Grandma Mayfair scoffed. "Were you murdered? Your husband has been on every TV loudly demanding for a detailed investigation into your death."

Miranda leaned in grandma Mayfair’s direction. "What’s happening, who are you talking to? Is Gwyneth Rowland really here?" Her whisper was loud, enough to attract the attention of some customers in the cafe.

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They all knew the deal, if you see the owner or employees talking to the air, mind your business.

In order to satisfy Miranda’s curiosity Phoebe waved her hand giving Miranda ability to see the ghosts in the cafe. She jumped out of the chair, her eyes so wide that her whites showed.

"Gho...gho..ghosts, are all these people dead?" Goosebumps enveloped her body when she saw Gwyneth and all the ghosts in the cafe that were acting like normal humans, eating and conversing as if they were alive.

She knew what Phoebe did for a living and also knew that she was not ordinary but seeing ghosts in person was very unsettling, but she put her fear and other feelings aside quickly because of the ghost that had joined them.

"Gwyneth? Oh my God, I cannot believe what I am seeing, Is it really you? What happened after you left the auction? You seemed so healthy how could you die like that?" Miranda couldn’t hold back the sadness in her voice.

She and Gwyneth had been friends since high school, the news of her sudden death had come as a shock to their group of friends.

Gwyneth smiled sadly. "Mira, I told you that I do not want tears at my funeral. I am too furious to care about your emotions." Anger glazed over her eyes as she shifted them to Phoebe.

"Furious, were you murdered?" Phoebe couldn’t help but imagine Shark’s wide grin when he found out.

"Was it Theo, did he kill you?" Grandma Mayfair asked. When a someone dies, the first suspect is always the spouse; Theodore Rowland was the spouse in this case.

Waving her hand dismissively, Miranda used her other hand to summon Rosset and make another order. This conversation was only going to get sweater with hot cinnamon buns and a cola.

She turned to the rest of the group after making her order, "Theo would never do that to her! That poor man has been distressed. He just won the card to represent the Liberty party in the presidential race, but he hasn’t celebrated or talked about it since her death. We all know how much he loves Gwyneth, he is destroyed, okay, destroyed."

Miranda was very passionate in her defense of Theodore Rowland. It was almost easy to imagine that she knew him better than Gwyneth.

Phoebe sort of agreed, but at the same time she had learned in her line of work that a lot of people were not what they appeared.

"A detective friend of mine told me that Mr. Rowland has asked the police to investigate the circumstances of your death Gwyneth. They are following every clue and visiting every place you were seen before you died. Do you really think he would rally all that press and put pressure on the police to investigate your death if he was responsible? Only a fool would do that so...is he a fool?"

All the women looked at Gwyneth, awaiting her response eagerly.

Gwyneth slammed her fist on the table, because she was an ordinary ghost, it had no effect. "I wish that he had killed me, at least then it would have been easier for him to get arrested and sent to prison. Nothing would have given me more pleasure as a ghost than to watch him suffer behind bars forever." Veins pulsed in her neck.

The listeners exchanged gazes laced between confusion and curiosity, their eyes lit up as they realized that they were about to come into some delicious gossip. A dead wife of a prominent politician wanted her husband destroyed, there was really only one thing that brought most politicians down.

A good cheating scandal!!!

"Oh my God he fucked a bimbo!!" Miranda shouted loudly and gasped.