The wedding of Will and Electra was supposed to be a celebration, a long-awaited moment of joy after months of storms, lies, and relentless conflict. The sun poured through the grand windows of the chapel, casting a golden glow over the flowers, the guests, and the radiant bride in her gown. For Katie, watching her son at the altar brought tears of pride and relief—this was the future she had fought so hard to protect. Bill, sitting proudly in the front row, wore an expression that suggested nothing could mar this perfect day.

But perfection never lasts long in the world of the Forresters and Spencers.

As the vows began, the music swelled, and Will took Electra’s hands, gazing into her eyes with love that felt unshakable. The officiant spoke of unity, truth, and forever. Guests leaned in, smiling, believing that at last, peace had returned. Yet in the shadows outside, another storm brewed. Luna, once exposed, once cast out, had not disappeared quietly. She had been waiting for her moment, her final chance to regain control of the narrative—and she had come armed with the one weapon that could shatter everything: the paternity test results.

The doors creaked open just as the officiant asked if anyone had reason to object. Heads turned. Gasps echoed. And there she was—Luna, standing in the doorway, her dress simple but her presence commanding, clutching an envelope like a dagger. Electra stiffened, her eyes darting toward Will, then back to Luna, while Katie rose instinctively, her protective instincts flaring like fire.

“You can’t marry him without knowing the truth,” Luna declared, her voice slicing through the ceremony like a blade. A stunned silence swept over the room. Even Bill’s stoic mask cracked as he narrowed his eyes, fury radiating from him. The guests shifted uneasily, whispers spreading like wildfire.

Will’s jaw tightened. “Luna, this isn’t the time,” he said through clenched teeth, his grip on Electra’s hands trembling. But Luna only held the envelope higher. “It’s exactly the time. Because what’s inside this paper changes everything.”

The officiant looked lost, unsure whether to intervene or step aside. Katie stormed forward, her voice trembling with rage. “Haven’t you humiliated yourself enough? Haven’t you destroyed enough lives? Leave now before you cause even more pain.” But Luna didn’t flinch. Her eyes glistened with defiance. “You all think you know the truth,” she shot back, “but you’ve been living in a lie. This—” she shook the envelope for emphasis—“proves it.”

Bridget, seated quietly in the front, stood now, torn between her loyalty to family and her duty to honesty. The guests sat frozen, caught between anticipation and dread. Every eye followed as Luna strode toward the altar, her heels clicking against the polished floor with a rhythm that matched the thundering heartbeat of the room.

When she reached Will and Electra, she placed the envelope on the altar itself. “Read it,” she demanded. “Let everyone hear the truth.”

Will’s hands shook as he picked it up, his breath uneven. Electra’s eyes filled with tears, her body stiff with fear. Katie gripped Bill’s arm so tightly her knuckles turned white. Bill, however, remained cold and silent, his fury simmering beneath the surface like a volcano waiting to erupt.

At last, Will tore open the envelope. The room fell into a silence so suffocating it seemed the walls themselves leaned in to listen. His eyes scanned the page, his expression morphing with every second—shock, anger, disbelief. Electra whispered, “What does it say?” but her voice barely rose above a breath.

Finally, Will looked up, his voice trembling but loud enough for every guest to hear. “It says… I’m not the father.”

The chapel erupted into chaos. Gasps, cries, and stunned silence all collided at once. Electra collapsed against Will, sobbing with relief, while Katie covered her face, tears streaming down her cheeks. Bridget pressed her hand to her heart, torn between heartbreak for the moment and gratitude that the truth had finally been revealed. Bill rose slowly to his feet, his gaze locked on Luna with icy fury. “You’ve ruined enough lives,” he said in a low, dangerous tone. “And this stunt—on his wedding day—will be your undoing.”