Big Shock!! Victor reveals he knew Victoria wasn’t his child for a long time Y&R Spoilers
The Young and the Restless – Victoria’s Truth
Victoria Newman had always lived under the shadow of her powerful father, Victor. Groomed to carry the Newman legacy, she climbed the corporate ladder, seeking his approval. Yet, his praise was always hesitant, his love distant.
Deep inside, she wondered: Why do I never feel like I’m enough?
Lately, those doubts had returned—stronger than ever. Watching Victor dismiss Clare, his granddaughter, with coldness and control, Victoria saw herself.
She couldn’t shake the feeling. So, she acted. Quietly, she visited a private DNA clinic.
The results shattered her world: Victor Newman was not her biological father.
Victoria sat in her car, stunned, as her entire identity unraveled. Every moment she’d spent proving herself to Victor now felt like a cruel joke.
Had he always known? Had he punished her for it? There was only one person who might tell her the truth—her mother, Nikki.
The next morning, Victoria confronted Nikki. “I did a DNA test,” she said. Nikki didn’t deny it. “He’s not your father,” she confessed through tears.
Victoria was devastated. “You let me waste my life chasing love from a man who never saw me,” she said.
When Victoria asked if Victor knew, Nikki’s silence gave her the answer. He had known all along.
Angry and broken, Victoria walked away. She didn’t return to Newman Enterprises. Instead, she resurrected an old LLC—Aurora Ventures—and began building something of her own.
No longer trying to impress anyone, she quietly acquired small biotech and green energy firms. Her moves were precise, her vision clear.
When the news broke that she’d left Newman, Genoa City was stunned. Victor called. “What are you doing?”
“I’m building my own legacy,” she replied.
“You’re making a mistake.”
“No, I already made one—trying to earn a place in a family I didn’t belong to.”
Even Nikki tried to mend things, but Victoria needed space. Eventually, she confronted Victor in person. Calm but firm, she laid the DNA results on his desk.
“I know the truth.” Victor didn’t deny it. “I’ve always known,” he snapped. “You pretended to be mine. You took my name.”
Victoria’s heart shattered again. Nikki entered the room, begging for peace. But Victor turned cold: “You lied to me. I don’t love her. I never did.”
Later that night, Victoria visited Nikki at a hotel. For the first time, mother and daughter sat in silence—no roles, no lies. Just truth.
“I didn’t want to lose him,” Nikki whispered. “Or you.”
“But you lost us both,” Victoria said. “Now, tell me who I am.”
Nikki told her everything—about a man from her past, a brief romance, and a pregnancy kept hidden. She didn’t know his real name, only that he wore a strange ring and came from the East Coast.
Victoria didn’t have answers. But she had something better now—freedom. She was no longer Victor’s daughter. She was her own woman. And that was enough.
