Spoiler for “REMY, YOU’RE THE FATHER”
The tension in the room could be cut with a knife as Bridget entered with the envelope that everyone had been waiting for. After weeks of accusations, doubts, and desperate attempts to bury the truth, the moment of revelation had finally arrived. Katie, her nerves raw, clutched at the edge of the table as though bracing herself against a storm. Will stood stiffly beside her, his face a mask of dread, knowing that whatever Bridget was about to reveal could shatter his future or set him free.
Across the room, Luna maintained her fragile composure, though her confidence wavered in the flicker of her eyes. For so long she had insisted she knew the truth, that Will was the father of her child. But with the envelope in Bridget’s hand, the control she once had was slipping through her fingers. Electra stood quietly at Will’s side, her grip on his arm tight, whispering her devotion no matter the outcome. Still, her heart pounded with fear, picturing the chains of responsibility that might tie Will to Luna forever.
Bridget’s calm, deliberate movements contrasted sharply with the electric storm of emotion swirling through the room. She looked down at the sealed document, then up at the anxious faces staring back at her. Bill Spencer observed silently, his eyes narrowed, his mind running through every possible scenario. He was ready for battle, no matter what the paper revealed. Katie couldn’t stand the suspense. “Please,” she muttered under her breath, “let this nightmare end.”
At last, Bridget broke the seal. The silence that followed was deafening. She scanned the document, her face unreadable at first, the tension stretching so long it seemed unbearable. Everyone held their breath. Then, suddenly, her expression changed. A spark of certainty crossed her features, followed by a mixture of shock and finality. Bridget’s voice, firm and unwavering, broke the stillness like a thunderclap:
“Remy… you’re the father.”
The room erupted in chaos. Gasps filled the air as jaws dropped and emotions collided. Katie’s hand flew to her mouth, her body trembling as the truth struck her like a physical blow. Will’s face drained of color, relief and disbelief warring in his expression. He let out a shuddering breath, half-laugh, half-sob, as Electra threw her arms around him, overcome with gratitude that the nightmare binding him to Luna had finally ended.
All eyes turned toward Remy. The man, who had until now lingered in the background of the storm, suddenly found himself at the eye of it. Bridget’s words echoed like a verdict that could not be appealed. Remy stood frozen, his jaw tightening, his eyes flickering with emotions he could not hide—shock, denial, then the dawning reality of responsibility. He had not expected to be dragged into this maelstrom so directly, but the DNA test left no room for doubt.
Katie’s relief was overwhelming. Tears streaked her face as she pulled Will into her arms, whispering, “You’re free, my son. You’re finally free.” Bridget handed the paper to her, and Katie scanned the results again and again, as if repetition alone could confirm the miracle she had been praying for. Each time her voice grew steadier: “It’s true. Remy is the father.”
Luna, meanwhile, was undone. Her carefully constructed lies collapsed in an instant. Her lips trembled as she tried to speak, but no sound came. The certainty she had wielded like a weapon for weeks dissolved, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. The color drained from her face as her world crumbled around her. Bill’s eyes locked onto her, cold and unforgiving. “You’ve caused enough destruction,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Now you’ll answer for it.”
The silence that followed was crushing. The weight of the revelation hung heavy in the air. Will and Katie embraced again, bound together by relief and justice. Electra clung to Will, her tears of joy soaking into his shoulder. Bridget, though visibly shaken, stood with a quiet dignity, knowing she had delivered the truth everyone needed, even if it devastated some.
For Remy, however, the story had only just begun. With Bridget’s pronouncement, his life had changed forever. The weight of fatherhood, of responsibility he never anticipated, now rested squarely on his shoulders. The ripple effect of this truth would spread far beyond this room—altering relationships, shifting loyalties, and setting the stage for battles yet to come.
The nightmare for Will was over, but the fallout had only just begun. The question now was simple but devastating: what would Remy do with the truth now that it belonged to him?
