But that peace lasts only minutes.

Dylan shows up at her door looking ghost-white, trembling, and unable to meet Electra’s eyes. Electra assumes it’s another crisis about work or a messy relationship. But when Dylan collapses into tears, the truth she reveals is far darker than Electra ever imagined: Dylan confesses she was the driver who accidentally struck Luna on the night she died.

Electra is stunned. Her breath catches as she remembers the chaos that followed Luna’s death—the investigations, the suspicion, the fear that settled over Forrester Creations. Now the missing puzzle piece is sitting right in her living room, sobbing uncontrollably.

Dylan describes the foggy road, the moment of impact, the shock that froze her, and the fear that drove her to flee instead of helping. She admits she’s been drowning in guilt ever since. Electra, caught between horror and empathy, rests a hand on her friend’s shoulder. Instead of lashing out, she finds herself comforting Dylan. She whispers that it was an accident, that panic can twist anyone’s judgment, and that Luna had been spiraling for weeks, creating a dangerous storm around Will and Steffy.

Electra isn’t excusing the crime, but she recognizes Dylan’s terror and humanity. It’s a moment of compassion in the middle of a moral earthquake.

But before Electra can decide what to do with this confession, disaster strikes again.

A knock interrupts them. Expecting Will or Ivy, Electra opens the door—and freezes. Her mother is standing there. The woman who never visits. Never calls. Never inserts herself into Electra’s life unless something catastrophic is unfolding.

And this time, her mother says, they need to talk privately. Immediately.

After sending Dylan home, Electra braces herself for a lecture, a warning, maybe even a scolding. Instead, her mother reveals a secret she has been hiding for Electra’s entire life.

With a trembling voice, she says the words that fracture Electra’s world:

“You’re not a Forrester. You never were.”

The room tilts. Electra feels the ground fall out from under her. Her entire identity—shaped around the belief that she was part of the Forrester legacy, that creativity was in her blood, that she belonged beside Ivy, Hope, Ridge, and the family she idolized—was built on a lie. Her mother confesses she made up the story to protect Electra, believing the truth would break her.

Now the truth is doing exactly that.

Electra pulls away, devastated. She thinks of every sideways glance at Forrester Creations, every whisper questioning her legitimacy, every moment she pushed herself to prove she belonged. Suddenly, all of it makes sense. And all of it hurts.

Two life-shattering revelations in a single day—Dylan’s confession and her mother’s secret—leave Electra trembling, lost, and unsure who she even is.

Now she faces an impossible choice:
Should she confront the Forresters with the truth—or stay silent while she searches for the family and identity she never knew she had?