Trouble erupts at Forrester Creations as the long-simmering feud between Brooke Logan and Taylor Hayes reaches a shocking, devastating climax—one that leaves Eric Forrester no choice but to make a painful decision: fire Brooke after discovering she’s fallen back into alcoholism.

It all began with Brooke striding into Eric’s office, her confidence unshaken by years of emotional upheaval. She passionately advocated for her future with Ridge, clinging to the notion of their so-called destiny. To Brooke, Ridge always returned to her—Taylor’s presence had always been temporary, just another narrative detour before the inevitable reunion of the Logans and Forresters. Eric, caught in the nostalgic web of their past, listened intently. Though he didn’t immediately agree, there was a glint in his eye that gave Brooke hope. That same hope would soon become her undoing.

Word of Brooke’s visit spread quickly, reaching Taylor by midday. Delivered quietly by an intern, the news hit Taylor like a bolt of lightning. Beneath her calm exterior, fury brewed. She remembered all the times Brooke had dismantled her family’s peace—how every reconciliation with Ridge was followed by heartbreak for Taylor and confusion for their children. Determined not to let history repeat itself, Taylor devised a desperate and dangerous plan.

The next day, Taylor slipped into Brooke’s office, supposedly delivering documents for Ridge. Her true purpose was far more sinister. She spiked Brooke’s cucumber water with bourbon—just enough to reawaken old demons. In the quiet of the room, Taylor hesitated only briefly before completing the act and leaving without a trace. Across the hall, she waited to see what would happen next.

Brooke entered moments later, full of optimism, unaware of the trap that had been set. She poured herself a drink from the tainted carafe, took a sip, and paused. Then she smiled—a wistful, dangerous smile. The alcohol coursed through her like a forgotten friend, and the spiral began.

By the end of the day, whispers spread through the halls of Forrester Creations. Brooke had held an impromptu meeting, her energy erratic and manic. Her team noticed the sparkle in her eyes was more chaotic than inspired, and her usually sharp focus on design had veered wildly. Soon, she retreated to her office, visibly intoxicated, her sketches now a mess of trembling lines and contradictory ideas.

When Ridge returned from a business meeting, he found Brooke singing along to an old love song from one of their Paris shows. The smell of bourbon lingered in the air. Instantly, he knew what had happened. He reached for her just in time to catch her from falling, and as Brooke crumbled into his arms—laughing, then crying—he was reminded of the darkest days of her past. She rambled about courage and clarity, about how this drink had given her back her power. But Ridge could see it for what it was: a relapse.

As Ridge tried to process the painful scene, Eric arrived, followed by Thomas and then Taylor, who had been summoned after someone reported Brooke’s bizarre behavior. The moment crystallized in silence—Brooke, drunk and teetering, Ridge holding her up, Eric’s face a mixture of shock and sorrow, and Taylor rooted to the floor, her plan having gone far beyond what she imagined. The reality of what she’d done was now visible in Brooke’s trembling body and in Ridge’s horrified eyes.

Security was called. Brooke, disoriented and weeping, was escorted to a waiting car that would take her to a private rehab facility. Eric, devastated, was forced to make the heartbreaking decision to remove Brooke from her position at Forrester. Her reputation, her credibility, and her stability had been shattered in a single afternoon. But what no one fully understood—yet—was that this wasn’t just a relapse. It had been engineered.

The fallout came quickly. Ridge’s trust in Eric fractured; he questioned why his father had given Brooke hope in the first place. Eric, in turn, began to suspect Taylor had something to do with the rapid unraveling, especially after catching her expression in the room—more guilt than surprise. And Taylor herself? Her internal victory turned to dread as she realized that her calculated move had cost more than she ever anticipated. She hadn’t just won Ridge—she had destroyed Brooke. But at what price?

Meanwhile, Brooke, alone in the car, tasted the bourbon again on her lips. The comfort it brought her was tangled with horror. She didn’t know the drink had been tampered with, but she knew what it meant. This relapse could be the end—not just of her career, but of everything she had built with Ridge, everything she had fought for.

In the days that followed, the corridors of Forrester Creations grew colder. Brooke’s absence was palpable. Designers whispered about her fall from grace. Hope, stunned and heartbroken, struggled to hold the line as her mother’s legacy unraveled. Ridge, though furious, couldn’t stop thinking about Brooke’s descent, wondering whether fate had been cruel… or manipulated.

And Taylor—though she had gotten exactly what she wanted—couldn’t shake the feeling that her victory would never taste sweet. Because the moment she poured that bourbon, she crossed a line that may have rewritten their entire story forever.

The war between Brooke and Taylor has always been brutal. But this time, the stakes are higher. Trust has been shattered, alliances broken, and the cost of revenge may be far more than any of them are prepared to pay. As the dust settles, only one thing is clear: nothing at Forrester Creations will ever be the same again.