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Refused to Split Dinner

During his first Christmas Eve at his in-laws' home, the protagonist of Refused to Split Dinner finds himself in a hostile environment. While his wife Winona and her family ignore the holiday preparations, his mother-in-law Jenny aggressively complains about the workload. To keep the peace, he steps into the kitchen, only for Jenny to force him to finish the entire meal alone. After finally serving the food, he is met with a cold demand to settle financial accounts before anyone can eat.
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Chapter 2

Jenny just refused to let go. The laptop fell to the ground with a loud crash, and the screen shattered right away. My head went blank immediately. "Do you know how much this laptop costs?"

This laptop cost over 5,000 dollars and was an Alienware top-of-the-line model.

She broke it right after I got it.

Jenny crossed her arms and scolded me, "I don't care how much it costs. All I know is that you have the money to buy a computer, yet you refuse to pay for Christmas Eve dinner. You're really shameless!"

"You're completely unreasonable!" I bent over to pick up the laptop. Looking at the damaged parts, I was furious. "I won't pay for this, and I won't eat the meal either! I'll see what you can do about it!"

After saying that, I wanted to grab my luggage and go home.

Winona caught up to me and grabbed my arm, pleading in a low voice, "It's too late now. We're in a remote area, and it's not safe to go now. How about we go back tomorrow morning? "

I was exhausted and could not bear to travel for another few hours, so I reluctantly agreed.

I did not believe that Jenny would cause any more trouble if I stayed for one night, so I went back to the room to sleep.

Winona secretly brought me a plate of pasta, ingratiatingly let me eat a little to fill my stomach.

My resentment lessened somewhat.

I woke up early the next morning and packed my luggage to go home, but I discovered that my property deed was missing.

I remembered clearly that the property deed was just issued before I came back. I had been busy packing to come here, so I casually stuffed it into my suitcase after getting it. How could it be gone?

Seeing that my expression was off, Winona asked, "Darling, what's wrong?"

I said with a sullen expression, "The property deed is missing."

Just that one sentence upset my brother-in-law, Adam Zachary, who was passing by the door. "Aaron Quincy, what do you mean? You're not trying to say someone in our family stole your property deed, are you?"

Jenny heard this and got all worked up. "Winona, look at the kind of person you married! Not only does he freeload, but he also tries to frame someone in our family as a thief! This is outrageous!"

Caught in the middle, Winona tried to grab me while trying to persuade us both. "Mom, calm down. Aaron didn't say you stole it. Darling, don't get agitated either. Maybe it fell out when you were packing, so you didn't put it in your suitcase."

It was not impossible.

However, I did not want to suffer at my in-laws' house and waste time arguing with them, so I dragged Winona straight home. I could not find the property deed at home either, so I had to prepare the documents to get a replacement.

A few days later, I received a call from an unknown number. "We're moving into the house you sold me. Give me the keys."

I was caught off guard. "What did you say? When did I sell the house? Did you dial the wrong number?"

The caller had an unpleasant attitude. "What? Trying to renege on the deal? I've already transferred the money. It's 800,000 dollars. I even received the property deed."

The caller also sent me a picture of the property deed. It was indeed the one I had lost. It even had my signature on it.

I was livid.

A house worth over 1.8 million dollars was sold for only 800,000 dollars, and I did not even receive a single penny. Based on the information the caller provided, I learned that Jenny had sold the house to him. He and Jenny were relatives.

Jenny had indeed stolen the property deed from my suitcase.