Old flames reignite, secrets simmer, and alliances shift — who will capture Ridge’s heart on Bold & Beautiful?

In the world of The Bold and the Beautiful, the runway may have been cleared, but backstage,

hearts are in freefall, and alliances teeter on the edge of implosion. On Tuesday, April 29, 2025,

the stage was set for one of the most emotionally volatile episodes of the season—a tapestry of betrayal, loyalty, and manipulation that reshaped relationships and threatened to burn through the very foundations of Forrester Creations.

The episode opens in a near-silent executive showroom. Ridge Forrester’s presence dominates the space like a caged predator. His steps are soft, but each movement drips with internal warfare. Just hours before, this room had erupted in celebration as Brooke Logan made an unannounced but dazzling descent in Eric Forrester’s latest couture showpiece—a gown that not only stole the spotlight but possibly Ridge’s carefully maintained resolve.

The scene, engineered with masterful precision by Eric, caught Ridge completely off guard. It was meant to be a quiet afternoon for Ridge and Taylor Hayes, one where design and healing would coalesce, allowing Ridge to build a future with intention. But a simple, seemingly innocuous text message redirected him to a spectacle that reignited everything he had tried so hard to bury.

The moment Brooke appeared—gliding beneath a shower of crystal lights, her beauty immortalized by cameras and the crowd’s awe—it was more than fashion. It was a declaration. A crownless queen reclaiming her throne. Eric stood at the bottom of the staircase, arms outstretched in a show of unity that, to Ridge, felt more like a challenge than support.

The applause still echoed when Ridge confronted his father. Under the showroom’s fading lights, father and son faced off. Eric defended his decision with the calm force of experience. The brand needed magic, he argued. And Brooke, in all her glory, was the magic customers expected. “The world still believes in Ridge and Brooke,” Eric said, his voice filled with paternal certainty. But to Ridge, it wasn’t branding—it was betrayal. Taylor had stood by him while Brooke’s actions fractured family ties, and Eric’s move mocked every effort Ridge had made to be a better man for her.

The exchange grew heated. Ridge, flaring with pride and guilt, warned that continued meddling could undo the fragile ecosystem balancing Forester’s multiple ventures—Hope for the Future, Taylor’s Foundation, and even investor relations. But Eric wouldn’t bend. “If you want to keep Brooke in the shadows,” he said, “you’ll have to outshine her yourself.” The confrontation ended not with resolution, but with distance—two powerful men separated by generations and ideals.

Meanwhile, several floors below, a quieter storm brewed with no less intensity. Katie Logan, fresh from a marketing meeting, watched as Daphne Rose—new to L.A. but not to ambition—slipped into Carter Walton’s office. It wasn’t jealousy that stirred Katie, but intuition sharpened by years of romantic fallout and corporate warfare. Carter had been her safe harbor. Daphne represented a wild current.

Inside the office, Carter and Daphne appeared innocent—discussing contracts—but their chemistry was palpable. Daphne’s laughter, soft and intimate, set Katie’s alarm bells ringing. Without invitation, she entered and demanded clarity: Why was Daphne still in L.A. when her consulting contract had officially ended?

Caught off guard, Daphne held her ground. She wasn’t chasing a man, she insisted. She was pursuing opportunity. But Katie saw through the performance. She suspected Steffy’s fingerprints all over Daphne’s sudden extended stay—a move designed to keep Hope distracted and Thomas protected. As Katie pressed, Daphne defended herself with cutting precision: “I’ve done nothing Hope hasn’t considered.” Carter, visibly uncomfortable, intervened, reminding them both that he—and his heart—deserved autonomy.

Still, as Daphne exited, her posture graceful, Katie remained behind—hands on hips, gaze unyielding. Carter could feel it: he was in the center of a battle that wasn’t just about romance. He stood at the intersection of manipulation, loyalty, and desire. And whatever path he chose would have ripple effects far beyond his own future.

Back in Hope’s design studio, silence replaced creativity. Fabrics lay untouched as Hope scrolled through images of her mother’s stunning reappearance. The media frenzy told a story she wasn’t ready to face—Brooke and Ridge, reunited under a spotlight, Taylor nowhere in sight. The headlines stung. Hope, whose belief in family had already been tested, feared history was repeating.

Across town, Steffy Forrester watched the same coverage from her cliffside office. A knowing smile played across her lips. Ridge’s disarray benefited her. It gave her the breathing room to continue orchestrating Daphne’s slow encroachment into Carter’s life—a buffer meant to spare Thomas further heartache. But even Steffy knew: if Katie exposed the game and brought Brooke into the fray, the house of cards could collapse.

Unaware of the showdown Ridge had with Eric, Taylor focused on finalizing a press release about mental health initiatives. Her world was one of healing and forward motion, not seduction and sabotage. But a short message from Ridge pierced her calm: “We need to talk tomorrow.” It was a simple phrase, but the undertones screamed of shifting loyalties and impossible choices.

As night settled over Los Angeles, the emotional fallout refused to sleep. Ridge drove home, the wind through his open window offering no peace. He replayed Eric’s words—about love, legacy, and courage—and questioned everything. Could he truly build a life with Taylor while his heart still faltered at Brooke’s presence? What damage would he leave behind if he pivoted again?

Brooke, still in the glittering gown Eric had gifted her, stood alone before her mirror. Her fingers traced the rhinestones as she relived every moment of the day. Ridge’s look from the shadows haunted her. Was it pride? Was it longing? Or was it a door she had no business knocking on again?

Elsewhere, Carter stared out his loft window, legal papers forgotten. He didn’t know if Katie’s steady love was the foundation he needed, or if Daphne’s fiery unpredictability was the spark he couldn’t deny. In a hotel suite across the city, Daphne texted Steffy: “All proceeding. Katie interfered.” Then, alone with her thoughts and a glass of wine, she questioned whether this plan was really about strategy—or something far more personal.

By dawn, the lights in the showroom would be switched back on. But the true drama was no longer on the catwalk. It was in the hearts of the Forrester family and the tangled web they’d spun—one choice, one glance, and one old flame at a time.

Would Ridge choose legacy or liberation? Could Brooke resist the gravitational pull of a love that never died? And would Taylor finally walk away from a man who keeps one foot in the past?

Stay tuned. The drama has only just begun.