Hope’s scream tears through the cliffside mansion like a lightning strike, a raw, guttural sound that sends every framed photo on the hallway walls rattling as she stands frozen in the doorway, her jaw trembling, her eyes wide with the kind of betrayal that doesn’t just hurt—it scorches, and on the bed tangled in cream-colored sheets lie Liam and Ivy, blinking awake in horrified slow motion as if their brains can’t decide whether to scramble for excuses or just surrender to the truth that’s already burned itself into Hope’s memory, and for one heart-stopping second nobody moves, nobody breathes, the air thick enough to choke on, until Hope’s voice shatters the silence again, louder, sharper, trembling with heartbreak and fury: “CHEATING! I want to call off the wedding!” and the words ricochet through the room like gunshots, sending Ivy scrambling to sit up, her cheeks flushing crimson as she stammers Liam’s name, but Liam is already stumbling to his feet, grabbing a shirt from the floor, his face a mix of guilt, panic, and the dawning realization that this isn’t just a mistake—it’s a disaster that might destroy everything, because Hope doesn’t cry like this unless something inside her has truly broken, and the hurt radiating from her is enough to make him flinch as he moves toward her, begging her to just let him explain, to understand that this isn’t what it looks like, but Hope throws up a shaking hand, stopping him cold as she demands to know how long he’s been sneaking around, how many nights he’s lied, how many times he’s made her feel like she was the one with doubts while he was the one hiding betrayal under their future wedding vows, and Ivy’s voice cracks as she insists she and Liam didn’t plan this, that it was a mistake, an impulsive moment from an evening that spiraled too fast after too many emotions and too little sense, but Hope’s laughter—sharp, broken, disbelieving—cuts her off instantly as she snaps that mistakes don’t happen in beds, with sheets pulled up and secrets waiting to explode, and outside the house, Los Angeles hums like it always does, but tonight it feels different, heavier, because word is already spreading from the beachside valet to the security guard at the front gate and down the line to every influencer, stylist, and tabloid hawk who thrives on drama from the Forrester orbit, and within minutes social media explodes with whispers that something catastrophic has gone down between Liam Spencer, Hope Logan, and Ivy Forrester, and the hashtags start trending before Hope has even left the room, but inside the bedroom the meltdown keeps spiraling as Hope demands answers Liam doesn’t have, throwing her engagement ring onto the floor with such force that it bounces off the hardwood and skitters beneath the dresser, a tiny symbol of their future swallowed by dust and shadows, and Liam’s voice breaks as he tries to reach for her, tries to tell her he still loves her, that this was confusion, weakness, anything but a reflection of how he truly feels, but Hope is done listening, her chest heaving with adrenaline and heartbreak as she tells him he has destroyed every promise he ever made, every dream they built, every fragile piece of trust she worked so hard to rebuild after every past betrayal, and Ivy starts crying too, pressing her palms to her face because she knows this is bigger than a one-night lapse, this is history repeating itself in the most brutal, humiliating way possible, and as Hope turns toward the door, Liam lunges forward, desperate not to let her leave like this, but she whirls around, fury blazing in her eyes, and tells him not to touch her, not to speak another empty word, because she has nothing left to give a man who keeps breaking her heart in the exact same ways, and she storms down the hallway, her footsteps echoing like thunder as she grabs her purse, her phone, her keys, refusing to look back even as Liam stands at the bedroom threshold calling her name, but the moment Hope’s car screeches out of the driveway, the storm spills beyond the mansion walls and into the entire city as the Forresters get notified one by one: Brooke’s face drains of color when she sees the messages blowing up her phone, Steffy freezes mid-meeting as someone whispers that Liam has “messed up again,” Wyatt swears loudly in the middle of Il Giardino, and Ridge stops dead in his tracks hearing that the wedding—Hope’s dream wedding—may be imploding before they’ve even sent the final invitations, and backstage at Forrester Creations, models and makeup artists crowd around a monitor as the gossip spreads like wildfire, each retelling a little more dramatic than the last, but nothing compares to the fallout hitting Liam as reality finally sinks in, because once Hope leaves, the weight of what he’s done lands squarely on his shoulders, and he turns to Ivy with a look of horror mixed with regret, asking her why, why they let emotion eclipse reason, why they crossed a line that could ruin not only Hope’s heart but the entire delicate balance of their intertwined families, and Ivy, wiping her tears, admits that she thought Liam had been drifting emotionally, that she believed they shared a moment of connection, a spark from the past that neither fully dealt with, a familiar comfort in a night of vulnerability, but now she sees it was a fantasy, a misread signal, a spiral that should never have been allowed to happen, and she begs Liam to go after Hope, to fix this before it’s too late, even though she knows the damage may already be permanent, and as Liam races out the door to chase after the woman he’s hurt yet again, Ivy collapses on the edge of the bed, burying her face in her hands as flashing lights from paparazzi cameras start reflecting across the windows, signaling that Los Angeles has already taken the scandal and run with it, turning Hope’s heartbreak into a public spectacle, and somewhere across the city Hope pulls her car to the side of the road, her vision blurring with tears as the ache in her chest becomes almost physical, and she stares at her shaking hands, whispering to herself that this time—this betrayal, this humiliation—she won’t forgive, she won’t forget, she won’t go back, because she deserves better, and tonight the entire world will know that she is done being the woman Liam Spencer breaks whenever he’s confused, lonely, or conflicted, and as the city glows around her, Los Angeles braces for the aftershocks of the biggest romantic explosion the Spencer-Logan-Forrester triangle has seen in years, because when Hope shrieked “I want to call off the wedding,” she didn’t just end an engagement—she ignited a war that will send shockwaves through everyone connected to them, with consequences none of them are ready to face.