Every Boyfriend I Bring Home Dies

I'd had three boyfriends in total, and every single one of them dropped dead after eating my mother's dumplings.

The authorities assembled a special task force just to investigate their deaths. They spent six solid months tearing my home apart, turning every corner inside out, and still couldn't find a single shred of evidence.

The whole ordeal left me too terrified to date anyone for two full years.

In the third year, I finally crawled out from under that shadow and started seeing someone new.