Everything was supposed to be perfect.

Italy. Sunshine. A celebration of Eric Forrester’s recovery. A new beginning for Ridge and Taylor, sealed with a destination wedding surrounded by family and breathtaking views. But in the blink of an eye, the dream unraveled—and what happened next will be remembered as one of The Bold and the Beautiful’s most unforgettable moments.

It all began with a walk.

Brooke Logan, ever the romantic, stepped away from the villa to capture photos along the rugged coastline of Capri. Her face glowed in the late afternoon light. Her mind, for once, seemed at ease. With Liam on the mend, Luna safe, and the family gathered together, there was nothing to fear. Or so she thought.

Meanwhile, Ridge Forrester, just steps away, was deep in conversation with Eric and Carter. The waves crashed in the distance. Laughter echoed from the terrace. It was peaceful—until a scream tore through the serenity.

Brooke had slipped. The rocks were slick, unstable, and she had no time to react. One second she was standing, the next she was gone—swallowed by the sea.

In that instant, the man about to marry another woman didn’t think twice.

Ridge raced to the cliff’s edge and dove into the churning water. The waves were unforgiving. But with desperation in his veins and a lifetime of memories driving his every stroke, he reached her. Fighting the current, he pulled Brooke back to shore, cradling her in his arms as paramedics rushed in.

Wrapped in blankets, trembling and soaked, Brooke locked eyes with Ridge. She didn’t speak right away. Neither did he. But the moment was charged—intimate, emotional, raw. He held her hand tightly as if letting go might mean losing her forever.

“I thought I lost you,” Ridge whispered, his voice cracked with terror and something deeper—truth.

“But you didn’t,” Brooke replied, her voice soft but firm. Her words, simple and direct, hit him like a bolt of lightning.

It was all Ridge needed to realize what his heart had been trying to scream for months.

Back at the villa, Taylor was lighting candles, expecting a quiet, romantic dinner with the man she believed was finally choosing her—fully, freely. Instead, Ridge showed up with soaked clothes, hollow eyes, and a haunted heart.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” he said. “Something happened… with Brooke.”

The words froze the air.

Taylor stared at him, her jaw tight, her spine rigid. She had lived this moment before. Too many times. The tension between knowing and denial churned in her chest, but deep down—she already knew.

“You’re calling off the wedding,” she said quietly.

Ridge hesitated. Guilt flickered across his face. “I don’t want to hurt you…”

“But you are,” Taylor cut in, her voice cracking under the weight of déjà vu. “Again.”

Tears welled in her eyes. “How many times do I have to be your second choice before I finally stop believing it’ll ever be different?”

He tried to speak, but Taylor raised her hand. “No. Not this time. I don’t need an apology. I need you to stop doing this—to me, to Brooke, to yourself.”

Meanwhile, Brooke remained unaware of the tidal wave her fall had triggered. As she recovered, resting in bed with warmth in her cheeks and saltwater still in her lungs, she couldn’t have known that her near-death moment had reignited the fire she and Ridge had shared for decades.

But someone else did.

Eric Forrester, the wise patriarch, saw the change in Ridge instantly. Later that evening, he pulled his son aside.

“You love them both, Ridge,” he said. “But bouncing back and forth isn’t love. It’s fear. You’re afraid to let go of either woman… but one day, you won’t have the chance to save her. Not like today.”

His words struck home.

Ridge stood outside in the Italian night, torn between gratitude and regret, longing and guilt. He knew he had broken Taylor again. He knew Steffy would be livid, protective, unwilling to watch her mother suffer another heartbreak at Brooke’s hands. And he knew Brooke—if she even let him back in—would ask the one question he still couldn’t fully answer: “Why now?”

In Los Angeles, news traveled fast. Rumors of the fall. The rescue. The canceled wedding. The implications were immediate. Steffy is expected to confront Ridge directly. Thomas is said to be blindsided. And Hope? She’s watching, quietly, wondering if this means her mother is stepping back into a cycle neither of them have ever escaped.

And Brooke?

When Ridge returns to her bedside, she sees it in his eyes before he says a word. The pain. The shift. The truth.

“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen,” he tells her.

“But it did,” Brooke replies, her voice steady. “And now we have to decide if we let it happen again.”

Because let’s be honest—this isn’t the first time Ridge has left Taylor. It’s not the first time Brooke has been pulled back into his orbit. But after everything, after all the pain and years of back-and-forth—could this be the last time… or just the next?

The viewers are split.

Some are furious Ridge would abandon Taylor again, after all she’s endured. Others believe Brooke is his soulmate and this moment proves it. But no one can deny—Brooke’s fall didn’t just shake the cliffs of Capri. It cracked open every lie Ridge tried to build his future on.

So now the question isn’t just “Who will Ridge choose?”

It’s deeper. More dangerous.

Can either woman truly trust him again… or is this love triangle finally heading for collapse?