Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 371: Revenge or justice, choose one.

Phoebe and Grandma Mayfair drew back and gasped, looking at Miranda in surprise. It was not just them; the few human customers and many ghosts were also looking their way.

"Shhh!" Grandma Mayfair hissed at Miranda.

She was too invested in the gossip to put it to a stop however and she asked Gwyneth vigorously, "So, did he have relations with a bimbo, or did he kill you?"

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"He did not kill me," Gwyneth groaned, she did not know how many times she had to repeat herself. Residents of the founding lane liked to blow things out of proportion.

No doubt, her death would be a bigger scandal if her husband had cheated and killed her, but that was not the case. "I had a cerebral aneurysm that ruptured and caused bleeding in my brain which led to my death, the medical examiner confirmed it. My death was straight forward I don’t know why anyone would claim murder." Gwyneth turned to Phoebe. "Can I have a glass of the strongest stuff that you have here."

Phoebe stood up and brought the order herself, she was so fast that it took her about forty seconds to return with a tequila bottle and a glass. "Gwyneth, do you want me to show you how to move on?"

She knew that it would be better for the woman to move on than to stay around harboring resentful feelings towards her husband. She poured tequila in the glass and pushed it Gwyneth’s way.

Shaking her head strongly, Gwyneth gulped the tequila shot in one go. "Oh no honey I want you to help me get my revenge on Theo. He does not deserve to enter that presidential palace as president of this country. I will not rest in peace unless I know that his political career has been buried with me."

"But you are already dead, no matter what he has done, do you have to see him destroyed?" Miranda’s words earned her side glances from everyone, she had to apologize for talking recklessly.

Phoebe waved both her hands dismissively. " I do not do revenge Gwyneth; my job is to help ghosts move on or fulfill their last wishes."

"This is my last wish!" Gwyneth exploded and gulped her fourth shot of tequila. "I do not want to become a vengeful ghost but if you do not help me then I will be left with no choice but to use any means necessary to snap his neck and I will do it when he’s on national television. Guess what everyone will then know of the existence of the supernatural which the founding families have been hiding from everyone for ages." Gwyneth’s gaze was coated with determination, she meant every word of what she said. "I will bury everyone with me."

With a threat made, suddenly the gossip did not seem so delicious anymore.

Phoebe could not believe that she was being threatened by a ghost, she had two options, help or forcefully send it to purgatory, a thing she did not want to do if a ghost was not evil.

"What am I supposed to do in this kind of situations?" She quietly voiced asking for the spirit’s guidance.

The spirit appeared, tapped its cheek with its index finger as it pondered on the matter, and it came to a conclusion within seconds. "This is the first time a ghost is asking you to take revenge on its behalf. I think that it’s interesting, let us hear the story first and then we will see how to help her.

Revenge is not what we do normally, but we do not want Gwyneth to become a vengeful spirit, it will endanger more than just her husband. If we cannot help her, you can call in Amon or inform Rufus, they will handle it." It sat on one of the empty chairs, waiting to hear the story.

While Phoebe was talking to the Saxon spirit, the two ladies at the table were also talking to Gwyneth.

"Gwyneth, revenge and justice are two different things, if you go down the path of revenge you will become a malicious spirit. Do you even know what happens to malicious spirits? They become evil and have no chance of reincarnating; I advise that you leave Theodore alone and move on." Grandma Mayfair urged.

"I know that already, I am a strong believer in the afterlife. I am a regular attendee of mass in the church of saints and angels, you don’t need to tell me all about reincarnation. However, my heart is burning with rage, that bastard must be destroyed for what he did to me. Taking revenge personally will be my last option, I will only do it if she refuses to be my knife." Gwyneth’s tone came in a dead pan tone.

This sounded so familiar to America’s request that she kill Humphrey for her, only America wasn’t after revenge, she wanted to protect others.

Miranda’s eyes drifted to Phoebe who sighed over and over like all the problems in the world rested on her shoulder.

"Phoebe dear what do you plan to do?" She quizzed; she wore a sympathetic expression because it was obvious that Phoebe was at crossroads.

Phoebe looked up and groaned softly and then gestured at Gwyneth to open up. "Go on, tell me what Theodore Rowland did, and we will join heads to come up with a solution that will leave you satisfied." Phoebe made a smooth proposal.

Gwyneth chuckled dryly and took another shot of tequila. Old lady Mayfair was topping the glass up whenever it emptied as if she was on a mission to get the ghost drunk.

Gwyneth slammed the glass down and wiped her mouth before beginning her tale, she believed that no woman seated at the table would have any mercy for Theodore after listening to her story.

"Alright....you all know our love story...." She began but paused almost immediately because Phoebe raised her hand halfway.

"I actually do not really know, so please share something, make it brief." Phoebe requested politely.

Grandma Mayfair smacked the table lightly. "That’s right, this one must have been a baby when your reverse Cinderella romance took the country by the storm." She giggled a little.

Miranda added to that. "A lot of people still call Theodore ’the male Cinderella’ or was it Cinder-lad. It doesn’t help that he is blonde and blue eyed."

"Who can forget the drama and scandal which swept through the country, it was the princess and the pauper. poor small town boy Theodore Baggins had gotten a once in the lifetime opportunity to marry the daughter of the richest politician in Fog country, the great granddaughter of a former vice president." Grandma Mayfair had a faraway look as the memories returned to her.

Gwyneth’s face flushed with exasperation. "I should have listened to my father then, he warned me not to marry a man that was below my status, but I didn’t listen because I was truly captivated by his charm, it was almost like as though I was under a love spell." Her eyes moved to meet those of Phoebe who stared at her with an expression of confusion after all she didn’t understand the story quite yet.

"I was twenty-one when I met Theodore Baggins at Berkley University, he was one of the students sponsored by my father. We were both studying political science, he was a double major, taking law as well.

I would not have noticed someone like him normally, but he was a star student, charming and kind. He saved me and my friends from some drunk hooligans once when we were coming from a bar and that was the beginning of our entanglement, the making of Cinder lad." she laughed sarcastically.