My Uncle Died ,His Lover Threatened My Family

It was the day after New Year's when my uncle Jack burst into our place and slapped me across the face, shouting about my disheveled hair.

Fed up with our long-standing feuds, I impulsively got a haircut that night—defying his superstitious beliefs that starting the year with drastic changes brings bad luck to him.

Ironically, he died in a mishap the very next day, and Jack's wife, Linda came knocking for a million bucks.

"We're talking about a life here! You owe me a million!"