They Blamed Me for Ruining Their Baby Boy, So I Ruined Their Lives

When my coworker, Mia, asked me to make her lunch again, I refused.

I looked her dead in the eye and said, "I'm busy lately. Ask someone else."

In my past life, I was too nice. I cooked for her every single day. But after a few months, her husband rushed into our office, causing a massive scene.

He claimed I had killed his unborn son.

And Mia stood right beside him, sobbing.

"It's all your fault! You put chili flakes in my lunch today!"

"Spicy food kills the male hormones! You destroyed my baby boy! You murderer!"

I tried to explain myself, but Mia wouldn't listen.