Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 499: Saving Catia.

Maureen and Phoebe exchanged a quizzical glance, then drifted their eyes back to the young widow.

"Catia what do you mean?" Maureen asked, she was not about to leave with just half the story.

After sneezing in a tissue, Catia tossed it towards the bin, but it fell on the floor beside it. "Take a look around you, we are in the Red-light district, not the cushy estate where you all live. Half the women that live here have sold their bodies in the past, present and others are on their way to doing it in future.

Most of us don't even have a choice, we are pushed into the lifestyle by circumstances that are not of our own making. My parents were poor, my father used to work in a factory, but he lost an arm which turned him into a useless drunk, so my mother started turning tricks for a living to put food on the table.

One day a client said she was too old for his taste, and it opened her eyes to the realization that she had a fourteen-year-old daughter. You can guess what that crazy woman thought of next."

Maureen's face turned many shades of ugly when she heard that. She knew what was coming next even without narration.

Catia continued as if she had not noticed their discomfort. "She groomed me into prostitution, first she would take pictures of me and sell them. When I turned sixteen, pictures were not cutting it anymore. I entered the trade officially." She paused to sneeze again.

Phoebe shut her eyes tightly for she was yet to hear another devastating story that would make her believe less in humanity. She could not close her ears however, so she heard to listen when Catia resumed her story.

"They brought men home for me, I fought them at first, but I stopped when my father said that everyone that stayed under his roof must pay their dues or else leave his house. I could not run away, there was nowhere for me to go but the streets. So, I stayed, but I still fought off the clients all the time which made it very difficult for them to make money. They had to resort to tying me up, but I would use my teeth to bite.

Eventually they grew tired of my defiant attitude so at the age of seventeen, daddy dearest sold me to a pimp who owns the biggest brothel at the river east side for eighty grand. His name is Slime, purple slime. He broke me in a way that my parents never could and soon I was put to work."

A smile crossed Catia's lips which left the listeners wondering what was so amusing. Her story was tragic, there was nothing smile worthy about it.

Catia's voice softened as brought them in on what made her smile. "On my twentieth birthday I got a client that just wanted to talk." She laughed softly. "Who buys a prostitute just to chat? Only a fool does that, and he was. Stanley Bastien is.... was the cutest fool I ever met. We talked for three hours, at first it was unbelievable because I expected him to make a move at some point, but he didn't.

He returned again for the same thing, and again, and again. Stanley visited me once a week, then thrice, he became my regular, but he never touched me. We became friends and as years went on, we fell in love. Later on, to be precise on the day of my twenty fourth birthday he used most of his savings to buy my freedom at one hundred sixty-three grand and Purple Slime happily let me go." Her eyes grew moist once again. "I did not know that my happiness would be so short lived, we have been married for just a year and a half, and he is gone now. Why is my life so miserable? I feel as if I am cursed." Her head dropped like a wilted flower, bursting into more tears.

Phoebe saw her aunt wipe away tear from the corner of her eyes, not many things made Maureen cry so to see tears in her eyes was a surprise. She cleared her horse throat and leaned forward towards Catia.

"Well, Catia, Stanley knew that you would worry about finances, so he left you something." Phoebe lied because she did not know what else to do. This was what Linda's foundation was meant to do anyway. "Stanley had more savings set aside, a total sum of five hundred thousand dollars. He asked us to give you that money, if you could give me your bank account number, I will transfer it right away. However, he wanted you to use it carefully, go to school, start a small business, move out of this place and live a good life." She explained further.

The news echoed over and over in Catia's ears; her eyes grew wider that the whites showed. "Are you serious? How is that possible! We have been having financial difficulties that is why he took on that risky job that killed him." She blinked rapidly and pinched her arm to check whether it was a dream or not. "I am not dreaming." she whispered to herself.

Phoebe shrugged. "I am only the messenger; I cannot answer for him. All I can advise is that you use the money wisely and live the life that Stanley wanted for you." A smile tugged on her lips, she was glad that Catia's life was about to change, giving Stanley the credit was the cherry on the cake.

"Thank you so much." Catia smiled with gratitude through her tears, her eyes raised upwards like she could see her dead husband.

Phoebe stood up and touched Catia's shoulder. "I hope that you will not let him down."

Catia shook her head, responding through broken sobs. "I won't, I really won't. I will go to school and become a nurse. I will move out of this place, and I will have a baby named Stanley." She sobbed even louder.

Catia's crying worsened after the money was transferred and before leaving, Phoebe gave her a business card and told her to call in case she was in trouble. Done with the case, Maureen and Phoebe left the Basten residence.

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"I know for a fact that it was you that gave that girl the money." Maureen said menacingly as she cracked her knuckles. "I am a proud aunt. Thanks for saving my money because I also had the urge to leave her with some." She patted her niece's shoulder. "I was going to going to give her a million or two."

Phoebe shook her head. "The money I am giving her is from the foundation, if anyone should be thanked, it's the late Luther V. One million or two would be too much, it would make her lazy. She must work hard and pull herself up. We don't know her, for all we know, she will squander the money and go back to prostitution."

Maureen scoffed. "And here I thought I was the pessimist."

They entered a taxi, and Maureen finally drew a loud relieved breath to be leaving the smelly red-light district. As the taxi drove them to the cafe, Phoebe wondered on how the reconciliation talk between Rekha and her father was going.