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But no one was prepared for the next blow.

As the minister’s solemn words faded and the first handfuls of earth were cast upon Luna’s casket, a figure stepped forward with brazen calm—Sheila Carter. She did not come to mourn. She came to speak. Her voice, cool and unwavering, defended Bill Spencer, portraying him not as a villain but as a desperate father driven to reckless extremes out of love. She spoke of the pain of parenthood, the sacrifices made, the instincts that override reason when a child is at risk. She implied that Bill’s decision to abduct Liam hadn’t been madness—it had been misguided love, a mirror of the same love that had, in a cruel twist, led to Luna’s death.

Gasps rippled across the gathering. Some were stunned into silence. Others felt a bitter relief. In Sheila’s words, they found a scapegoat—not just for Bill, but against the growing control Lee Finnegan held over their unraveling family.

The Collapse of Unity

After the mourners slowly dispersed, leaving flowers and heartache behind, Bill stood frozen by the grave. The grief etched on his face wasn’t just for Luna—it was for everything he had destroyed. He clutched the memorial program tightly, Luna’s smiling face staring back at him, as if asking whether absolution was even possible.

Beyond the wrought-iron gates of the cemetery, Lee Finnegan watched the aftermath from her SUV. Her eyes, cold and calculating, never wavered as she spotted Finn approaching. She rolled down the window, her voice taut and trembling.

“You have to believe me,” she said, desperation laced into every syllable. “I did everything for you. I only ever wanted what was best.”

Finn’s eyes were rimmed with red, and the wind carried away his silence. But his expression said everything. Luna’s funeral hadn’t just been a goodbye—it had been an unveiling. The truth had emerged like a corpse from the earth: Lee had manipulated Luna. She had groomed her under the guise of secret training, twisted her psychology, and when Luna’s confession—recorded in fear—surfaced, all illusions shattered.

The Quiet Crusade

That night, Finn returned home, hollow and driven. Alone in his apartment, bathed in the eerie glow of city light, he sifted through files—medical logs, phone records, notes from Lee’s private clinic, and courthouse evidence. Each document he uncovered pierced deeper: signatures forged, prescriptions falsified, surveillance footage manipulated.

And one name kept surfacing—Project Valkyrie.

It wasn’t a treatment program. It was a weaponization project. A blueprint to turn vulnerable patients into vessels of control and obedience. Lee had orchestrated it. Luna had been its tragic prototype.

With every uncovered lie, Finn’s resolve solidified. Justice for Luna would come—not through vengeance, but truth. Even if that meant condemning the woman who had once rocked him to sleep.

A New Beginning Amidst Ruin

Meanwhile, in the quiet dark of her home, Steffy Forrester clutched a pregnancy test, hands shaking. The result was clear: two lines. She was pregnant.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing sorrow with awe. This child would never meet Luna. But in her womb stirred a new future. A heartbeat formed from grief, yes—but also from resilience.

Ridge found her in the nursery later, staring at a mobile meant for the child they once lost. He wrapped her in his arms as she shared the news. They both knew the road ahead would be harder now. Finn was drifting—isolated in his quest for truth. But Steffy believed love could anchor them all. And this child? This was the light that could guide them back.

The Cliffside Reckoning

While Finn buried himself in research and Steffy found cautious hope, Ridge faced a moment that tested every fiber of his soul.

On the cliffs where he once saved Steffy from the sea’s cold grasp, he now watched in horror as Bill Spencer staggered toward the abyss—Liam Spencer unconscious in his arms. The wind howled, and time slowed as Ridge sprinted toward the edge.

He yelled, fists flying. He struck Bill in a desperate attempt to free Liam. But the chaos was too much. Bill lost his footing.

In that moment, Ridge saw the flash of all that had ever been broken—Bill’s betrayals, the wreckage he left behind. But he also saw the innocent child slipping toward death. And without hesitation, Ridge lunged.

His fingers closed around Bill’s wrist. His other arm hooked around Liam. His muscles screamed, blood smeared the rocks, but he held on—dragging them both back to safety.

Sirens wailed. Lights flooded the cliffside. The helicopter retreated. And as Ridge collapsed with Liam in his arms, he realized that he had chosen mercy over justice.

The Days That Followed

The revelations came fast and fierce.

Finn’s investigation uncovered damning truths: Project Valkyrie’s existence, corroborated by patient testimony, uncovered in logs hidden deep in Lee’s clinic archives. A judge unsealed documents. An arraignment followed. Lee Finnegan was arrested on multiple charges—coercion, conspiracy, involuntary manslaughter.

Sheila’s efforts to defend Bill fell apart under Luna’s confession and the undeniable chain of cause and effect. Bill, though not imprisoned, was disgraced. He wandered the edges of town like a ghost of his former self.

But in the heart of chaos, Steffy’s pregnancy announcement reached the world. At first, it stirred gossip. Then, it became a symbol of redemption. This child would be born free of secrets, under a banner of healing.

The Family Forged in Fire

In a quiet moment, Finn returned to the Forrester home. He was exhausted, his soul scraped raw by grief and guilt. Ridge greeted him not with blame, but with an outstretched hand. A gesture of brotherhood.

Steffy joined them, whispering the news of her pregnancy. That fragile, flickering joy lit something in Finn’s eyes. And together, they stood—three survivors of pain, ready to rebuild from ashes.

The Forrester-Finnegan family prepared to welcome their newest member, not just with baby clothes and lullabies, but with a vow: to honor Luna, to bury the past, to let light break through.

An Epilogue on the Wind

Days later, Ridge stood once more at the cliffs, wind tearing at his coat, waves crashing below. He thought of Luna. Of Lee. Of Bill. Of Liam’s tiny body in his arms and Steffy’s trembling joy.

He had seen how close darkness had come. He had chosen to save, not destroy. And in that act, he had found something stronger than revenge.

He had found grace.

As the tide roared below and the horizon stretched infinite before him, Ridge whispered a promise to the wind:

“We will not be defined by tragedy. We will rise from it.”

And in that sacred vow, the Forrester legacy was reborn.