The Scapegoat Became Their Ruin

Synopsis

The Goodmans never thought much of me. They always acted like I was beneath them. The day I was kidnapped, the abandoned warehouse was empty, only the wind whistling through the place. My phone was on speaker. Lindsay Goodman, the fake heiress, was live-streaming herself unboxing a limited-edition bag, while my newlywed husband, Isaac Goodman, stood right next to her, handing her scissors. "Isaac, this crocodile one is so hard to open," she said, her voice sickly sweet. "Let me do it," he replied, his voice dripping with tenderness. I was tied to a chair, blood all over me, clenching my teeth as I spoke into the phone, "Why... didn't you come to save me first?" There was a moment of silence on the other end. Then their mother, Beatrice Goodman, sneered, "Lindsay's a lucky charm. She brings fortune to the family. But you? You're a jinx. Trouble wrapped in skin. If your stars weren't so strong, we'd have thrown you into the sea a long time ago." Lindsay leaned closer to the phone, her voice soft and syrupy. "You were always meant to be the scapegoat, you know? Why take it to heart? Isaac said, as long as you suffer, all my bad luck goes away."