Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 377: A secret is exposed.

"Ladies, in my opinion, relationships are an open-door policy, you cannot force things. If he decides to leave, I won’t hold him back and cry." She shrugged.

Apparently, that was not the response her friends wanted to hear because they looked at her as if she was no better than a fool. They shared glances of amazement and decided silently that they would deal with the problem on her behalf.

"Okay, she is talking crazy, and I have the urge to slap her." Evelyn commented.

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"You might need to get in line because I am willing to do the same if it will make her come to her senses." Shanna said.

"Nobody is slapping her," Luna came to Phoebe’s defense. "But I am willing to watch you kick her butt." Looking into Phoebe’s eyes with confusion, she asked, "David is crazy about you, he lowered himself to wait on other people in your cafe, you are shopping with his black card right now; he has good looks, and he is apparently great in bed."

"Woah.....ho ho!" Shanna squealed and then honked like a duck.

"That...I want to talk about that." Evelyn shouted eagerly.

Phoebe was exasperated and her face turned quite red in embarrassment, "Where in the world did you get that review?"

Luna shrugged; her background check had been very detailed.

"Look, I am not saying that I am going to give him up without a small fight if it comes down to that, but I am not going to lose my sanity over a man. Why are we discussing my relationship, anyway, aren’t we supposed to be holding a funeral for Evie’s latest failed conquest?" she changed the topic and turned to Evelyn.

Every time one of her flings ended, they had to light a candle, say a short prayer and burn anything the ex-had left behind or given her. In addition to that, she had added a cleansing with sage ritual lately.

Phoebe cleverly slipped away from Luna’s arms and sat down to enjoy some more champagne while Evelyn found herself to be the new center of attention under Luna’s questioning.

"You dumped another one!! do you pluck them like flowers in a garden?"

Moria’s return was forgotten and shopping turned into a girls’ night out. It was around eleven in the night when Phoebe separated from the others.

On her way home there were a lot of questions swirling in her head. Her friends had come up with various scenarios as to how she could go about the situation if Moria decided to become a stone in her relationship. Phoebe had decided to take Shanna’s advice to wait until they were certain about why Moria was here.

When she was with her friends, she was distracted so she did not think a lot about Moria, alone, it was harder to avoid the thoughts.

"There is always something or someone trying to separate me and David." She voiced quietly.

The Saxon spirit clicked its tongue. "Do not even think about backing out, that crazy woman cannot come back after all these years to claim him when he did not want her right from the beginning. I wish I knew more about their story at least then you would know who you are up against." It pulled its brows closely together in a frown.

"One thing is for sure, that woman is truly cunning. I am not saying this out of jealousy, but I could see that her meeting me was a calculated move. Only one person can confirm this and that is Gemma." Phoebe rubbed her chin; it was why she had not let the woman go.

At the right moment, she would bring her out and use her to expose Moria.

Nodding in agreement, the spirit handed Phoebe a bullet that it had created. "In other news, we have succeeded in creating magical bullets. This is the first sample; all we need is a test subject."

It was a very light silver bullet with intricate runes running from top to bottom.

"I doubt any ghost or supernatural something is going to offer itself as a test subject." Phoebe laughed knowingly.

"What about Sylvester?" The spirit tugged on its ear; it’s face very calm which made Phoebe realize that it wasn’t joking.

Her eyes widened in disbelief. " You cannot believe serious! Sylvester is our ghost! He is one of us." She tossed the bullet back to it.

A measured laugh came from the spirit which was studying her expressions. "He won’t die; it will weaken him for sure but that can be fixed by you transferring some energy to him. As long as David is around you have an endless source of energy. You have accumulated over ten years of life from him by kissing, cuddling and heavy petting, more is to come as your relationship develops so you are good to go." It made a reasonable proposal.

Phoebe twisted her lips to hide her embarrassment, she just knew that nosy spirit was watching over them.

"Do they hurt, the bullets?" Phoebe voiced her concern, Sylvester had been so good to her, always taking care of her like a brother, she had grown to become so fond of him.

The spirit shrugged for it still had no idea about how the bullet worked. "This is like a prototype; I believe that we will have to make many more samples before we actually come up with the final product."

"If this actually succeeds, I can sell these bullets to the ghost catchers." Phoebe closed her eyes and leaned back, counting how much she would make.

The spirit sighed heavily and shook its head. "Oh, my dear I did not realize that you were considering selling these. If those are your plans, I will go and have a chat with Sylvester about his role to play in this because there will be a lot of testing." It vanished.

Phoebe nodded, if Sylvester was hurt even once, they would have to capture an evil ghost and use it as a test subject. The conversation with the spirit helped Phoebe to take her mind off of the Moria saga.

When the car came to a halt, a smile grew on her face for it was always comforting to come home to her lovely family that was always happy to see her. She was excited to hear about how her aunt’s date had gone.

However, on this particular day she found no welcoming noise at home, it was all quiet as if everyone had gone to bed which was unusual. They rarely went to bed before she returned, upon stepping into the foyer, Omar requested her to go to the living room where her family was waiting.

"Is something wrong?" She asked only for Omar to lower his head and disappear as soon as he had finished delivering the message.

The tension was even thicker inside the living room with the air wafting with grief and heavy with words that were yet to be said, her mother was crying silently with her aunt and grandmother comforting her. The three Mayfair brothers seemed furious; some had their fists clutched. Her father had his face drawn tight with fury, his eyes colder than a winter night.

Collin stepped forward first, grabbed and embraced her tightly, taking her by surprise.

"I c-canot b-breath." Phoebe struggled but managed to say, her hands lightly pushed against her brother’s chest.

Collin pulled away from her, his eyes flashed with unscheduled tears. "I am sorry baby sister, I truly am, I should have found you faster." The tears came rolling down his cheeks.

Phoebe wore a perplexed expression, a lump formed in her throat on seeing her brother cry. She was certain that something terrible had happened.

"Wh..what’s going on? She stammered, very nervous.

Her father exhaled sharply. "We know everything that Dickson did to you sweetheart." He spoke through pursed lips.

"And I am going to kill him." Collin growled out.