The Forrester mansion chapel was dressed for a fairy tale wedding. Everything sparkled — white roses perfumed the air, orchestral music floated through stained glass light, and Taylor Hayes stood ready to marry Ridge Forrester. Taylor looked radiant in lace, her eyes gleaming with joy. Ridge, ever composed in his tailored tuxedo, seemed fully committed. But beneath the polished perfection, an invisible tension pulsed — one name still haunted Ridge: Brooke Logan.

As the ceremony began, the preacher’s words filled the air with reverence and hope. Ridge focused on Taylor, trying to silence memories of Brooke’s tearful eyes and rebellious spirit. He wanted this future, this peace. But then a silent disruption rippled across the chapel. Thorne Forrester entered from the side, his face etched with urgency. With a single panicked motion, he summoned Ridge away from the altar. Something was wrong — desperately wrong.

The ceremony screeched to a halt. Murmurs filled the space. Taylor’s smile faltered, her hand tightening in Ridge’s. Eric and Stephanie Forrester exchanged worried glances. Ridge stepped back from Taylor, confusion clouding his face, and rushed to Thorne.

What Thorne said shattered everything: “It’s Brooke. Car accident. In Italy. It’s bad.”

Those words hit Ridge like a thunderclap. Everything else — the chapel, the guests, the vows — disappeared. All he could think of was Brooke alone in pain, maybe dying, far from home. The calm groom turned frantic. Brooke wasn’t just a memory. She was the love he never stopped needing.

Taylor’s eyes met Ridge’s one final time. In that glance, she saw it all — Brooke had won without even trying. Ridge gasped a broken apology and bolted down the aisle, ripping open the chapel doors and vanishing into the Los Angeles sunlight.

Outside, Ridge raced to his car. He didn’t hear the gasps or Stephanie’s angry cries behind him. His hands shook as he jammed the keys into the ignition. Tires screeched. Flowerbeds blurred. Nothing mattered but getting to Brooke.

Every mile was agony. Was she conscious? Was she dying? Had he lost her forever? Guilt stabbed at him — he’d left Taylor at the altar. Humiliated her. Betrayed her. Yet the pull toward Brooke was irresistible, primal.

As he sped toward the airport, Ridge saw Brooke’s face everywhere — laughing, crying, alive. She was his past, but also his present and future. Taylor’s love had been healing, safe. But Brooke? Brooke was his soul’s chaos, his passion, the flame he could never put out.

Meanwhile, back at the chapel, the scene was chaos. Guests whispered, scandalized. Taylor stood alone, stunned, her fairytale turned nightmare. Stephanie looked ready to explode. Eric was speechless.

And Ridge? He was already gone.

As Ridge flew across the globe, driven by fear and hope, his heart screamed for Brooke. He realized this wasn’t a choice between two women. It was a truth he couldn’t deny anymore — he still loved Brooke deeply, desperately. And if she didn’t survive, he’d never forgive himself.

But as he ran to Brooke, he left destruction in his wake.

The aftermath will be explosive. Can Ridge ever fix what he’s broken? And if Brooke survives, what future do they have? The Bold and the Beautiful is about to enter its most emotional chapter yet. Stay tuned.