Spoiler Summary for “This Pregnancy Bombshell Would Wipe Out All of Luna’s Plans to Steal Will from Electra”

After all the pain, betrayal, and shattered trust, no one believed Will and Electra could ever find their way back to each other. The ghost of Luna’s supposed pregnancy had left a permanent scar on their love story—one that seemed impossible to heal. Will was buried in guilt, haunted by the memory of his mistakes, while Electra’s heart was hardened by the sting of betrayal. But time, as always, worked its strange magic.

Slowly, the walls between them began to crumble. Through tearful late-night phone calls, long conversations where honesty replaced defensiveness, and quiet moments of forgiveness, Will and Electra found a fragile path back to each other. What started as cautious reconnection soon turned into something deeper. Their love, tested by fire, became more resilient—gentler, wiser, and more real. Their reunion wasn’t just a rekindling of romance; it was an act of redemption. Before long, they were inseparable again—walking hand in hand through the sleek hallways of Forrester Creations, radiating the kind of love that looked unbreakable.

But far from their world of reconciliation, behind cold prison walls, Luna’s rage festered. When she learned that Will and Electra were back together, something inside her snapped. In a fit of fury, she hurled her chair across the room, her screams echoing down the corridor. In Luna’s distorted mind, her pregnancy was supposed to be her winning card—the secret weapon that would tether Will to her forever and shatter Electra’s heart beyond repair.

“He can’t forget me,” Luna muttered, tracing the curve of her stomach with trembling fingers. “This baby is his, and he’ll come back for us.” Her conviction bordered on delusion, her obsession with Will twisting into something darker each day. Under the harsh flicker of the prison lights, Luna’s smile turned cold. To her, motherhood wasn’t a gift—it was a weapon.

Meanwhile, outside those prison walls, life seemed brighter for Will and Electra than it had in years. Will threw himself into rebuilding his family’s reputation alongside his father, Bill, eager to make amends for the scandals that had once dragged them down. Every free moment he wasn’t at work, he spent with Electra—laughing, planning, rediscovering joy. Their chemistry was effortless again, full of warmth and playfulness. For the first time in forever, Electra felt safe. Luna’s shadow no longer loomed over her; she could hear the other woman’s name without flinching. The man beside her wasn’t haunted anymore—Will’s eyes, once heavy with guilt, now shone with peace.

And then, in the quiet calm of their happiness, everything changed.

One morning, Electra woke up dizzy and weak, her hands trembling as she tried to steady herself. She blamed it on stress at first—but somewhere deep inside, she sensed a truth waiting to surface. When she finally took a pregnancy test, her heart pounded as the result appeared. Positive. Tears filled her eyes—not from fear, but from an overwhelming sense of joy.

When she told Will, her voice was barely a whisper: “We’re going to have a baby.”

For a moment, time froze. Then, Will’s face lit up with astonishment and pure emotion. He lifted her off the floor, laughing and crying at once. “We’re getting another chance,” he said breathlessly. “A real family.”

News of the pregnancy spread quickly through the Forrester circle, but for once, it wasn’t gossip or scandal—it was celebration. Friends and family, from Brooke and Katie to Ridge, offered their heartfelt congratulations. After so much heartbreak, everyone could see that Will and Electra finally had their happily-ever-after within reach.

But happiness, as always in their world, was short-lived in peace.

Back in her prison cell, Luna heard the news. And in that instant, her last shred of control snapped. She screamed until her voice broke, hurling her food tray against the wall. The thought of Electra—her enemy—carrying Will’s child while she sat behind bars was unbearable. The jealousy and rage twisting inside her transformed into something even more dangerous: obsession.

Luna’s thoughts darkened. If she couldn’t have Will through love, she’d find another way. She began plotting her next move with cold, calculated determination. Time was her ally now—time to plan, to wait, to strike. She told herself she had nothing left to lose.

As Will and Electra dreamed about nurseries, baby names, and a future filled with hope, Luna was crafting a new kind of revenge. The question that remains isn’t whether she’ll come for them—it’s when. Will she finally accept defeat and move on? Or will her twisted love turn lethal once she’s free?

One thing is certain: Luna’s obsession hasn’t died. It’s only been waiting for the right moment to be reborn.