The Forrester family cathedral was transformed into a breathtaking vision of white orchids and shimmering silk, the perfect setting for the long-awaited union between Ridge Forrester and Taylor Hayes. The sun streamed through stained glass, casting golden light over the diamond-dusted aisle, and a hopeful silence settled over the elite crowd gathered for what was meant to be a moment of healing, unity, and renewed love.

Taylor, radiant in a gown of timeless elegance, stood before Ridge, whose tuxedo mirrored the midnight sky. Eric Forrester smiled with fatherly pride. Steffy served as her father’s best woman. Thomas offered a solemn nod. Even Hope Logan, usually caught between past and present, sat watching with an air of resigned hope. Ridge and Taylor’s clasped hands symbolized a love that had endured decades of turbulence, now seemingly set to culminate in peace.

As the officiant recited the ceremonial words, the congregation braced for joy. “If anyone here knows of a reason these two should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

The hush was expected. Tradition.

But then, it shattered.

The cathedral doors burst open, the thundering sound echoing through the space. Light flooded the aisle, silhouetting a figure that immediately set the room on edge. Brooke Logan. Not the composed businesswoman of fashion house legend, but a woman on the brink. Her hair windswept, her dress disheveled, and her eyes blazing with raw fury.

Gasps surged through the room as she stormed down the aisle. She wasn’t there to protest—she was there to expose.

“Stop this wedding, Ridge. She’s a liar.”

The words dropped like grenades.

Ridge froze. Taylor flinched. The guests whispered, then fell dead silent. Brooke, her voice trembling but determined, continued:

“Ask her what really happened in Europe. Ask about the clinic in Zurich. The doctor. The secrets she kept. Ridge, she manipulated you. She manipulated all of us.”

Eyes turned to Taylor, whose serene expression crumbled into something darker—something desperate.

“Brooke, what are you doing?” Ridge asked, his voice low, tightly coiled.

But Brooke pressed forward.

“She didn’t just find herself in Zurich. She found secrets. About your family. About Beth.”

A collective gasp.

Beth Logan—Hope’s daughter. The child once stolen. The lie that tore families apart.

Brooke continued, her voice hoarse with pain. “She knew. About the adoption scam. About Flo. She sat on that knowledge while Hope mourned. While Liam spiraled. While Steffy unknowingly raised her niece.”

The cathedral felt suffocating.

Ridge turned slowly to Taylor. “Is this true?”

Taylor crumbled. “I didn’t know the whole story… I was trying to protect Steffy… You… It was too late—”

Steffy, stunned, whispered, “You knew my daughter was alive?” Her voice cracked into a scream. “You let us all live a lie?!”

The ceremony exploded into chaos. Guests rose in confusion. Hope sobbed. Liam held her tight. Eric looked crushed. Thomas reached for Steffy, his own shock anchoring him in place.

Ridge stepped back from Taylor, his world shattered. “You lied.”

Taylor had no defense. Her silence screamed guilt.

Brooke had ended the wedding. Not just disrupted it, annihilated it. The altar became a battlefield. Orchids no longer sweet—but bitter with betrayal.

But elsewhere, danger brewed.

At the beach house, Steffy confronted another crisis: Luna Nozawa. Once known as Miss Sunshine, she had unraveled into something far more sinister. Steffy arrived seeking answers about the fortune teller Luna had introduced to Hayes. But what she found was a nightmare.

Ms. Dylan, the supposed psychic, was bound and gagged. Luna had snapped. Her obsession with Finn and her deepening paranoia had taken over. When she appeared with a gun, revealing her true identity and intentions, Steffy realized the terrifying scope of the threat.

Luna demanded access to Finn. Her fixation was absolute, her desperation dangerous. Steffy, trapped, had no choice but to try and keep her calm.

Meanwhile, Taylor, still reeling from Brooke’s destruction of her wedding, faced another shock. Sheila Carter appeared at the cliff house. A known danger, her arrival triggered rage.

But Sheila wasn’t there to attack—she came to warn.

“Luna pulled a gun on Will Spencer. And she said she’s going out with a bang.”

Taylor’s blood ran cold.

Sheila insisted Steffy was in immediate danger. Taylor, paralyzed with fear, realized she had to act. Whether she trusted Sheila or not, Luna’s unraveling had reached its climax.

Back at Forrester Creations, Liam visited Hope, bringing Beth’s favorite stuffed toy. He avoided discussing his terminal diagnosis, but his time was running out. Hope, tearful, urged him to fight, to hold on for their daughter.

But Liam’s heart was elsewhere too—worried for Steffy, for Kelly. He vowed to protect them. When Grace Buckingham hinted at life-extending treatments, Liam wavered.

Yet in that moment, a storm was brewing that no treatment could stop.

Brooke’s revelation had shattered Ridge and Taylor. Luna’s descent threatened Steffy’s life. And as Sheila and Taylor rushed to intervene, the Forrester family faced a reckoning that could change everything.

From cathedral to cliff house, from wedding chaos to armed confrontations, The Bold and the Beautiful delivered a symphony of emotional collapse and terrifying revelation. And none would escape the fallout.

The legacy of lies has been exposed. And now, the only question left is: