Miracle happened!! Will and his family were overjoyed when they heard the DNA results
In the glittering halls of the Forrester estate, where love and deception have always danced a dangerous waltz, the air turns electric once more. Hope and heartbreak collide as Bridget Forrester returns—just when the family needs her most. Her presence is more than medical; it’s personal.
After weeks of Luna’s deceit tearing through the lives of those she touched, Bridget’s return feels like the calm before a storm the Forresters can no longer outrun.
Katie Logan stands at the center of it all—unyielding, determined, and done with Luna’s manipulation. She won’t let her son, Will, live one more day under the weight of someone else’s lies. This ends now. No more games. No more illusions.
Will sits beside Electra, every breath heavy with dread. His future, his identity, his very heart hangs in the balance. Across the room, Luna clutches her stomach protectively—her silence louder than any plea.
The flicker of fear in her eyes betrays her composure. She knows the truth is seconds away from stripping everything she built to ash.
When Bridget steps forward, her calm professionalism cuts through the tension like a blade. “This test,” she reminds them, “will decide more than a story—it will decide a life.”
The room stills. Katie’s eyes narrow. Electra’s pulse quickens. And Luna—Luna can barely breathe.
Then, with a single glance at her tablet, Bridget’s face changes. The faintest smile touches her lips, and time itself seems to stop.
Katie gasps, her hand flying to her mouth. “Oh my God…”
Will blinks, stunned, as Bridget delivers the words that shatter everything.
“Will, you’re not the father.”
The room erupts in silence. Katie’s tears of relief fall freely as she wraps her son in trembling arms. Electra reaches out, steadying Will as he struggles to process it.
Across from them, Luna’s world collapses. “No,” she whispers. “That can’t be right. There must be a mistake.” But her voice cracks under the weight of denial.
Katie turns, her voice icy, resolute. “You used my son to protect your lies. Now you face the truth.”
Luna’s mind races, panic flooding her features. Did Bridget know? Could she have uncovered more than she’s letting on? That faint, knowing smile… it wasn’t just relief. It was recognition.
Will exhales slowly, the heartbreak in his eyes tempered by freedom. “I wanted to believe in you,” he says softly, “but love built on lies doesn’t survive.”
Luna looks up, shattered. “You were supposed to love me,” she whispers, but even she doesn’t sound convinced anymore.
Katie pulls Bridget into a tight embrace. “You saved him,” she murmurs through tears. But Bridget’s gaze lingers on Luna—curious, almost calculating. Because even as one truth sets them free, another secret still hides in the shadows.
If Will isn’t the father… then who is?
As the question lingers in the charged silence of the Forrester mansion, Bridget’s eyes glint with something unspoken.
A secret.
A suspicion.
And perhaps, the next scandal that will tear through The Bold and the Beautiful all over again.
