Brace yourselves, because the latest twist in this unfolding disaster completely rewrites everything the Forresters, the Spencers, and especially Dylan thought they knew.

For days, Dylan has been spiraling through the corridors of Forrester Creations and pacing the halls of University Hospital like a ghost who can’t escape her own confession. She keeps repeating the same tortured admission: she killed Luna. She relives the broken headlights, the shadowy figure darting into the road, the sickening thud, and the frantic 911 call she made while trembling so violently she could barely hold the phone.

While the Forresters are still recovering from the emotional shock of believing Luna died after the shooting, Dylan has been drowning under the belief that she ended Luna’s life. She carries the guilt like a weight chained around her ankles—every stare, every whisper, every memory of that night tearing at her sanity. But the more she tries to surrender to the consequences, the more fate twists the knife, preparing a revelation that will break her all over again.

Everything flips when Lt. Baker’s investigation uncovers a detail that blows the entire case wide open.

For weeks, Baker has sensed something off: the timing, the medical inconsistencies, the condition of the body, the digital blackout. None of it lined up neatly with Luna’s known movements. So when the forensic report finally lands on his desk, the investigators fall silent. The clothing on the victim belongs to Luna—an L.A. County jail uniform she wore earlier that night after escaping and rummaging through Will’s things. But the DNA? Not Luna. The physical reconstruction? Not Luna. The victim is a completely different woman.

The unknown woman is the same one who had been showering at Will’s house—someone wearing Luna’s discarded prison uniform, someone who stepped out at the exact wrong moment… directly into Dylan’s path.

Baker races to find Dylan, discovering her alone and shaking, whispering again and again, “I killed Luna.”
He cuts through her panic with a single sentence that shatters her fragile reality:

“You hit the wrong person. You never touched Luna.”

Dylan freezes. Her breath collapses. “Then who did I hit?” she rasps. And that’s when the second wave of horror washes over her. She didn’t kill Luna… but she did kill someone. A real woman. A stranger. A person whose life had nothing to do with Luna’s chaos, Will’s trauma, or the Forrester turmoil.

Her guilt doesn’t disappear—it mutates into something darker. She falls to her knees, choking on her confession:
“I admitted to killing the wrong woman.”

The psychological fallout hits hard. Dylan now fears what Finn and Steffy will think, terrified they’ll see her as another threat orbiting Luna’s destruction. And when Poppy and Li learn that the “dead Luna” was never Luna at all, old wounds will rip open violently.

Meanwhile, Baker realizes the case is no longer closed—it’s just beginning.
If the victim wasn’t Luna…
Where was Luna during those missing hours?
Who is the dead woman?
Why was she at Will’s house?
And what secrets did she carry that got her killed?

Luna—now regaining consciousness—remembers fragments from the night, and those fragments may be explosive.

So now the big question:
Should Baker reveal everything to the Forresters immediately, or will delaying the truth spark even bigger chaos?