Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 373: Web of deceit.

"He deceived me, even the hysterectomy was not needed, he had paid the doctor in advance and engineered the accident in advance. He had no shred of love for me so he did not want me to bare him children. The only woman he loved is that tutor, and if I had his child, her heart would be broken."

The spirit moved to comfort Gwyneth who was now crying, she released all her frustrations that she was harboring deep within her heart. "That’s not even what hurts me the most in all this."

"Its your son." Said Phoebe, her voice soft and soothing. It was not hard to guess, she had seen the softness when Gwyneth talked about Kevin.

"Right, she raised that child with so much love, no wonder she wants revenge that man played with her emotions and belittled her in a grave way. For most women, their children are the bottom line, if you cross it you become an enemy." The spirit sharply pointed out.

Gwyneth slammed her fist on the table as anger swirled, renewed within her. "I am dead, I do not care about his lack of love for me or how he conned me but I truly loved Kevin like he was my own flesh and blood. Not even once did I ever treat him harshly, I gave him the best in life, he lives a better life than some of my cousins.

But imagine the shock when I heard him ask his father whether he will be inheriting my wealth now that I am dead. He said that they could finally reunite and live as a happy family now that I, the homewrecker was gone.

He wondered how much I had left him in the will and if it was enough for him to open a casino. My body was still lying on the floor and that stupid boy could not even wait for my blood to run cold before measuring what he was to get." Her sharp tone laced with anger.

"Its not fair, I am not contented to be buried like this. Those thieves cannot get my money, they cheated me. Father and son are all inhumane and they deserve nothing but death." Gwyneth heaved and ranted in a deep scary voice.

The table trembled slightly, she was closer to becoming a malicious ghost than Phoebe had realized.

Continuously clicking her tongue, grandma Mayfair was lost for words, she shook her head over and over but remained silent, lost for words.

For a while, Phoebe and Miranda were the same, speechless, this story was full of twists and turns and each was hard to comprehend. How did one even begin to convince Gwyneth to move on and forget everything when he entire life had been stolen?

The air was tense as the women looked anywhere but at Gwyneth who was on her way to finishing the contents of the tequila bottle.

"Honestly he was just too perfect, his looks are top notch, there is no single bad picture of him out there. He goes to church every Sunday and kisses baby’s cheeks and shakes hands with large smiles.

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He works at a soup kitchen that feeds the homeless twice a week, is a judge at the annual Newcastle dog show, he recycles and works out. He cooks and cleans at home, his political career is centered around his respect for women.

Majority of his supporters are female, he is so much revered among his peers with some calling him a moral campus for all husbands." Miranda broke the silence when she couldn’t take it anymore. "Oh and let’s not forget how he saved that kitten from being run over. That picture of him cradling the kitten in his shirt with his abs on display is the third most liked picture on the internet."

"Indeed, he was too perfect, truly all that glitters is not gold." Grandma Mayfair finally spoke.

Gwyneth’s eyes drifted slowly to look at Phoebe. "After everything that you have heard, do you still think that i can just move on? Even in the afterlife I cannot forgive that shameless man! He played me like a puppet, pulling the strings such that I dance at his tunes.

Mariska his so called true wife, she is at my house right now because she started out as a tutor, turned nanny and finally family because Theo suggested we let her stay. I wonder how many nights he sneaked into her bedroom while I was sleeping like a fool. She is in almost all of our family pictures standing next to Theo on his right while I am on his left with one hand on Kevin’s shoulder." She closed her eyes, mortified by the imagination.

"My God!!" Miranda exclaimed.

Flicking her fingers, Phoebe caught her gaze with Gwyneth’s, her eyes were apprehensive and her mind made up. "You are right, he is and evil liar and loser and he cannot be allowed to get away with what he did to you. You will have your revenge but let me think about it tonight, I need to find the best way to deal with him."

"I have a few ideas." Miranda voiced out.

Miranda and grandma Mayfair exchanged glances, apparently they had the same idea and Miranda vocalized it out loud first.

"Old is gold, nothing hurts a politician like a scandal, as long as we spread the rumor about this Mariska and the origins of the boy, in no time your family will take care of the rest."

"I couldn’t agree more..... what the hell!" Grandma Mayfair broke off, her eyes were drawn to the door.

All the women looked in the same direction, their attention was drawn to click-clack sound of tapping heels in the nearly quiet cafe.

"That’s her." Miranda whispered.

The universe was quite funny because to their terrible surprise it was Mariska the tutor from Gwyneth’s tale. She had a smile on her face and was looking even more sophisticated than ever, dressed similarly to Gwyneth when she was alive.

Of all the cafes which the wealthy liked to frequent, she had walked into the Black ghost cafe, on this day of all days. They all watched her as she approached the beverage counter to make an order.

Grandma Mayfair sneered. "She really is a cunning fox, she pretends to be someone elegant yet she schemes to steal from another woman, ha!" She suppressed her desire to walk over to Mariska and pull out as many strands of hair as she could.

"You were much prettier than her, she has a rat face." Miranda commented.

"There are a lot of things that make sense now, Mariska always brought me chamomile tea before bed and I loved it because i slept throughout the night without waking up but now I believe that she did it so that she and Theodore could have uninterrupted time to them selves." Gwyneth’s cold eyes followed Mariska until she disappeared out of the cafe.

Miranda sneered. "No worries friend, by the time we are done with them, they will crawl back to whatever small town hole they came out of."

The two women got their phones out to begin operation bring down Theo and Mariska as Phoebe invited Gwyneth to stay in the cafe or the best ghost hotel in the city as Sylvester called it lately.

She was confident that with the gossiping talents of the many members of the founding lane rumor mill, her involvement in Gwyneth’s revenge would be minimal or unnecessary.

What she knew for sure was that the Rowland’s would either use this disaster for public relations or cover it up. Whatever they decided to do, Theodore Rowland would soon be Theodore Baggins, a man with zero money and zero political career.