REAL STORY BEHIND IT !! Phyllis suspects Traci is Martin’s accomplice – The Young And the Restless Spoilers

Late one evening, the usually vibrant Society lounge in Genoa City buzzed with muted conversations and the soft clinking of cocktail glasses, but Sharon and Phyllis were locked in a private war of whispers. Hidden in a dim corner booth, the two women had their eyes locked on one person—Tracy Abbott.

“Look at her,” Sharon murmured, nodding toward Tracy, who leaned casually at the bar. Her demeanor was confident, her eyes alert, and a mysterious smile hinted at secrets buried deep.

Phyllis’s gaze hardened. “She’s behind this, Sharon. I feel it in my bones. No one could’ve brought Martin back into Genoa City without serious connections. And now he’s back—like a ghost—reawakening nightmares we thought were long buried.”

Their fear wasn’t unfounded. Martin Ashford, the infamous hypnotist and manipulative psychologist, had reemerged from the shadows with a chilling calm and a web of secrets no one was prepared for. Phyllis’s theory—that Tracy was aiding Martin—was brushed off by many as wild conjecture. But as Sharon listened to her friend connect the dots, unease settled over her.

“What if Martin didn’t need to plant new suggestions?” Sharon whispered. “What if Tracy’s been under his influence this whole time—programmed, unknowingly, to help him when he called?”

Phyllis shivered at the thought. “He’s not just a criminal. He’s a mind thief. And Tracy… she’s brilliant but vulnerable. He could’ve used her—twisted her loyalty. And now? She’s gone dark. Off the grid.”

Meanwhile, across town…

Detective Chance Chancellor sat in silence at the Genoa City Police Department. He’d dismissed Phyllis’s suspicions before, chalking them up to paranoia. But something Martin said during his booking struck a nerve.

Martin sat in his cell, calm, patient, muttering under his breath. “Soon. Soon I’ll be free.”

Chance approached the cell window, suspicion burning in his chest. “Martin Ashford,” he said, voice low and deliberate. “I want to know who’s helping you. Is it Tracy Abbott?”

Martin looked up, a lazy grin forming. “Tracy? She’s just an old friend. If she is helping me… well, wouldn’t that be a lovely surprise?”

Chance didn’t smile. “Escape, and I’ll have every officer in this city hunting you down.”

Martin’s voice softened into a chilling murmur. “Careful who you trust, Detective. Not everyone is who they seem.”

That cryptic warning echoed in Chance’s ears long after he locked the cell door behind him.