Y&R Spoilers: Phyllis 𝖪𝗂𝖽𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗌 Faith Forcing Sharon to Turn Herself in & Go to Jail

The Young and the Restless Spoilers: The Edge of Desperation

Phyllis Summers stood in the shadows, her eyes locked on Sharon Newman, who was casually laughing with friends at the café. The sight made Phyllis’s blood boil.

How could Sharon act so carefree after Heather’s death? Phyllis’s fists clenched as anger surged within her.

Heather’s life had been stolen—snuffed out by Sharon’s hands—and yet Sharon moved on as if nothing had happened.

Phyllis had known the truth for some time. She had been observing Sharon, noticing the cracks in her façade. Sharon might have fooled others with her innocent act, but Phyllis saw through it.

Heather’s murder weighed heavily on Sharon’s soul, even if she tried to hide it. Yet, despite Phyllis’s suspicions, she had no solid proof, no evidence that could pin the crime on Sharon.

The police had nothing. But Phyllis wasn’t the type to let a lack of evidence stand in her way. If the law couldn’t bring Sharon to justice, Phyllis would do it herself.

Then the idea came to her, sharp and clear—Faith, Sharon’s daughter. Phyllis knew that Sharon would do anything to protect her children, especially Faith.

That was where Phyllis would strike. It was a risky plan, but Phyllis didn’t care. Heather had been like a daughter to her, and if Sharon was responsible for her death, she would pay.

It didn’t take long for Phyllis to put her plan into motion. Faith was just leaving her last class of the day when Phyllis made her move.

The parking lot was quiet, with only a few students lingering. Faith, no stranger to danger in Genoa City, felt an unusual sense of unease.

As she approached her car, a sleek black sedan pulled up beside her. The window rolled down to reveal Phyllis’s determined face.

“Get in the car, Faith,” Phyllis ordered, her voice cold.

Faith hesitated but shrugged. She wasn’t a scared child anymore and had grown up knowing that Genoa City was full of secrets and threats.

Without saying a word, she climbed into the car, casting a sideways glance at Phyllis. “Do you really think this is going to work?” Faith asked, her tone indifferent. “My mom’s not a murderer, and you can’t scare me.”

Phyllis gripped the steering wheel tighter, her jaw clenched. “We’ll see about that,” she muttered, speeding away from the school.

Faith’s calmness only fueled Phyllis’s rage. How could Sharon’s daughter be so confident, so unbothered, when her mother was responsible for so much pain?

Later that evening, Sharon’s phone rang. The unknown number sent a chill down her spine. She answered cautiously, heart pounding.

“Sharon,” Phyllis’s venomous voice spat through the line, “I’ve got Faith. If you want to see her alive, you’ll do exactly what I say.”

Sharon’s blood ran cold. “Phyllis, what are you talking about? Where’s Faith?”

“She’s safe—for now,” Phyllis replied icily. “But if you want to keep it that way, you’re going to go to the police and confess. Admit you killed Heather, or Faith dies. Simple as that.”

Sharon’s heart raced, her grip tightening around the phone. “You’re insane,” she hissed, though her voice trembled with fear. “You think I’m going to turn myself in because of your baseless accusation? You have no proof, Phyllis.”

“Oh, I know you did it,” Phyllis snarled. “Maybe I don’t have proof, but I know. And now, you’re going to pay. Either you confess, or Faith will suffer for your sins.”

Sharon’s mind whirled. Her instinct was to protect Faith at all costs, but confessing to Heather’s murder would ruin everything.

It meant prison, the end of her life as she knew it. Could she sacrifice herself to save her daughter?

Faith had been through so much already, and Sharon couldn’t bear to put her in more danger. But if she confessed, it would all be over—her freedom, her family, her future.

“What’s it going to be, Sharon?” Phyllis demanded. “Are you going to confess and save your daughter, or let her die because you value your freedom more than her life?”