Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 279

Chapter 279: Confession time for Mackie.

“It’s true.” Mr. Guzman said.

He thought back on all the moments Eliza threw baby showers for Mackie, it was always three months after their own child had been buried. He never approved of Eliza throwing the baby showers but Mackie always insisted.

“If Liz doesn’t do it, i don’t want it.” were Mackie’s words.

He had watched his wife put aside her pain, force a brave smile and celebrate Mackie’s good fortune. After the baby showers, Mackie would shamelessly take away even the things they had prepared for their babies.

“You are the godmother and aunt to my babies Liz, my children are yours. It makes no difference who gets to use these things, it is just better not to waste them. I am sure that your babies are smiling in heaven, approving of this.” Mackie always said.

Mr. Guzman chuckled, harsh broken sounds coming from his throat. If it was true what the shaman and old lady Mayfair were saying then Mackie had been mocking them. Not only had she taken the lives of their children but she had also taken their property, tortured her own sister with snide remarks and pretended to be a good sister all this time.

“You….you….” he pointed at Mackie. “Liz always goes into labor before the doctor’s specified date and it always happens when you are around. You are always with her when she gives birth, even when i would insist on going inside, you would make me stay out with some clever words….” he gasped.

He held Eliza and their newly born thriving with life baby closer. The baby was nursing, this was their first child that had survived long enough to feed.

It should have been a happy moment but it was tainted by terror. anxiety and disbelief.

Eliza was crying, tears of relief and anguish simultaneously running down her eyes. The words of the shaman and old lady Mayfair were credible, she had no doubts anymore.

In fact, she recalled that Mackie was the one that touched her pendant. She had found her holding it when she stepped out of the bathroom after taking a bath.

Mackie had complimented the pendant and said she wanted one. She must have switched out the real one for the fake.

The more Eliza recalled the events leading up to this day, the more she noticed a few more abnormal things. Mackie always cared more about her pregnancies, even more than her and her husband. She would take care of the diet, encourage her to exercise, even going with her to yoga and Lamaze classes.

Eliza recalled the angry look on Mackie’s face the first day she saw the protective talisman pendant. She had said she was not feeling fine and rushed away from the Lamaze class quickly that day.

“She was the one that switched the pendant.” Eliza sniveled.

“She has been manipulating you.” The Saxon spirit told them.

“Why?” Eliza questioned in a teary voice. “Why, Mackie, why?”

Mackie did not verbally respond, she just stared at the ground.

“What did she do to my children?” Eliza asked the spirit, or old lady Mayfair.

“Like Phoebe said, she put a curse on them and stole life from your children transferring it to the lifeless children in her womb.

She is incapable of carrying a child past three months, so she deliberately targets yours and gets pregnant towards the last four or three months of your pregnancy.

She uses her evil talismans to induce your labor just in time to save the dead fetus in her womb.”

Eliza put a hand over her mouth as a loud harsh pained cry escaped her mouth. The faces of her three dead children flashed through her mind. Were they in pain as life was forcefully stolen from them, she wondered.

When they were crying out as they took their last breath, were they calling out for her to save them? She had been so close, how could not know that they were in danger?

Were they blaming her for failing to protect them? Was that why she sometimes heard the cries of children even in her sleep?

Mr. Guzman was torn between staying by Eliza’s side and comforting her or moving to Mackie and twisting her neck. No wonder they could never find a scientific cause of death for the children, the trouble was magical, evil magic.

Never had he considered that magic was the root of their problem or his sister-in-law was the source.

If he had known that it was an option, he would have saved his children by finding Phoebe earlier.

“I know that you want an explanation for her actions but i cannot give you one. The answers to the question why can only come from her.” The spirit told the Guzman’s. Sylvester, use a truth telling talisman.” She ordered.

Connie beat Silvester to it like she did sometimes. She practically slapped the talisman onto Mackie’s back. It was such a hard slap that Mackie was shoved forward and coughed blood out of her mouth.

“Hmph, baby killer.” Connie muttered.

She had no mercy for Mackie and if she could, she would beat her up some more. This was not the time as the talisman took effect, controlling Mackie completely.

She looked at Eliza and her husband and a creepy smile formed on her lips.

“Liz, you want to know why, the answer is simple, your husband was supposed to marry me. No…it’s you, everything comes so easy in life to you.

We are both born to the same parents but look at yourself and look at me, you are the beauty and i am the beast.

When it comes to love, or parents made it abundantly obvious that they love you more than me. Heck, they love all my siblings more than they love me. Nothing i did was good enough for them but you could take a shit on their bed and they would applaud you.

In school, your grades were better than mine, you had so many friends and admirers. You had all the talent, dominating every school play and sports event.

I remember the day you played a violin at the founder’s ball and butterflies flocked to you. Everyone started calling you a fairy. You became the most sought after woman of our time, the most desirable bachelorette in Citrus.

Eliza Shuman, the head cheerleader, you even dated a Saxon back then.”

Connie rolled her eyes. Why were the Saxons everywhere and in everything?

Mackie’s confession continued.

“I have always hated you, if i could kill you, i would have done it but i was so afraid. I did not want to end up in jail or even more of a pariah than i already was so i decided to just live in your shadow. I was comfortable there until he came along.” She pointed to Mr. Guzman.

Her voice became more desperate and she jumped up and down. “He was supposed to be my husband, i met him first, i loved him first. Why did you have to show up and snatch him from me just like you snatched everything else? We were happy before you came along, why did you show up, why, why?” She screamed loudly.

Eliza looked at her husband, asking for an explanation. Mr. Guzman shook his head, he was just as bewildered by these claims. He had never engaged in a relationship with Mackie Shuman.

“I don’t know what she is talking about.” he defended himself.