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?"

"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."