Chapter 7 - THE INVITATION TO THE DINNER TRAP
Two days later, I called my mother-in-law and extended a warm, polite invitation for a family dinner at our house that Friday evening, assuring her that we were hosting and she didn't need to lift a finger. Hearing this, she immediately accepted, eager to inspect our domestic management and offer more unsolicited advice. She had no idea that the dinner wasn't a peace offering; it was the staging ground for a lesson she would never forget, designed to shatter her outdated worldview regarding household labor and personal accountability.
