Y&R Spoilersl: Billy is Not Happy When Sally is Pregnant – Forces Her to Have An Abortion

Sally had never felt such an exhilarating rush of possibility before. It seemed as though she was finally moving forward with her life, leaving behind the heartbreak and disappointments of her past.

Her connection with Billy felt liberating at first—a tantalizing glimmer of affection and excitement that swept her off her feet.

She had struggled for so long to forget Adam—his betrayal, the broken promises, and all the emotional wreckage left in his wake.

At last, Sally allowed herself to believe she had found something new and real with Billy, someone who made her feel alive again, even if he had a notorious reputation for irresponsibility.

Yet in the midst of her cautiously growing optimism, the shock of a positive pregnancy test changed everything in an instant.

In the stillness of her tiny bathroom, Sally stared at the small definitive line that indicated she was pregnant. A maelstrom of emotions tore through her.

Initially, she felt an inexplicable surge of joy—a sense that her life was about to embark on a brand new chapter.

She remembered how she had once yearned for a stable family, a dream that seemed so far out of reach when she was younger. Now, she had been given an opportunity to create a family of her own.

But that hope collided with cold, unforgiving reality.

Billy Abbott, for all his charm, was not a man known for stability. In Genoa City, rumors flew thick and fast about his impulses, his tendency to self-sabotage, and his pattern of leaving the women who loved him behind as soon as he grew bored.

Sally’s exhilaration rapidly mixed with a creeping fear, and she couldn’t help but wonder if her future might be far darker than she had initially imagined.

Everything she had heard about Billy’s tumultuous past relationships replayed in her mind like a warning siren. He was infamous for his inability—or outright refusal—to commit. He might woo a woman with lavish gestures and heartfelt declarations, but he had never been able to settle down into something as daunting as a real family life.

Despite these warnings, Sally had chosen to give him a chance. She believed that maybe—just maybe—he could change.

She had glimpsed moments of genuine tenderness in Billy. There was a vulnerability in him that she found beautiful, even if he tried to cloak it behind his trademark bravado.

Deep down, she hoped that the news of her pregnancy could help him see the value in responsibility and loyalty—that it might inspire him to become the father and partner she needed. Perhaps love, hope, and a child on the way would force him to grow up at last.

Yet the conversation she had dreaded—revealing that she was carrying his baby—could not have gone worse.

She had rehearsed the scenario in her head. He would look startled, certainly, but then he might smile, maybe embrace her with trembling excitement, vowing to make this work.

At least, that was the fantasy.

What happened instead was a jarring confrontation between Sally’s idealism and Billy’s brutal honesty.

His eyes flashed in a mixture of anxiety and annoyance. He stammered something about this not being in his plan. Then, with a shrug that made her chest tighten, he suggested that the simplest solution was to end the pregnancy.

An abortion, he said, would be the easiest way to keep their lives uncomplicated.

Sally stood there, her heart in her throat, listening to a man she had trusted talk about their unborn child as though it were some minor inconvenience. It took all her willpower not to crumble on the spot.

She had yearned for this pregnancy—not in the sense that she had meticulously planned for it, but in a deep emotional way that connected to her dreams of a real family.

Overcoming Adam’s betrayal had been an arduous journey. She’d been so scarred by her past relationship and the loneliness that followed

. But this child signified a new start—a new kind of love, one she had not expected and yet cherished with every fiber of her being.

Billy showed no signs of cherishing it.

He paced the room in agitation, listing the obstacles that stood in their way. What about his freedom? His business dealings? How could he possibly play father to a child when he could barely keep his own life in order for more than a few months at a time?

Any warmth she might have detected in him earlier seemed to vanish under the weight of his self-interest.

As he spoke, Sally felt a wave of nauseating despair roll through her.

Her throat felt tight. She remembered the lonely nights after Adam left, how she had wept, feeling worthless and unlovable. And she realized with crushing clarity that this moment with Billy was threatening to become an echo of that same isolation.

But Sally was no longer that timid woman who allowed heartbreak to define her every move. She had built herself back up after Adam, forging a steely determination she never knew she possessed.

Even if Billy did not want to step up, Sally intended to protect her baby.

She would do anything to ensure that this precious life she carried would not be snuffed out by Billy’s selfishness and fear.