Y&R Spoilers: Victoria was horrified to see Claire give Cole poison to keep the secret
Dark Confessions and Poisoned Loyalties Shake Abbott Manor
In the hushed stillness of dawn, Cole summoned Claire to a secluded drawing room tucked deep within Abbott Manor—a room heavy with secrets and dust, where light rarely broke through the drawn velvet drapes.
Even before stepping inside, Claire could sense something had shifted. Cole, once her ally in the campaign to wrest control from the Newmans, now stood before her transformed—no longer a co-conspirator but a man burdened with truth.
Without preamble, Cole laid it bare: the grand design they had built together had been born from a single devastating lie.
Claire was not Victoria’s daughter, but Jordan’s. What was meant to be a temporary ruse to garner sympathy and influence had spiraled into something far darker—a false identity Claire had worn too well, trapping her in a cage of fabricated love and borrowed legacy.
As he spoke, Cole’s words painted a damning portrait: boardroom victories tainted by betrayal, carefully staged public appearances concealing moral decay, and Victoria—left shattered by a manipulation she never saw coming.
Her longing for family had been exploited and discarded as collateral damage in their ruthless power play.
Cole did not plead. Instead, he offered a stark choice: it was time to end the deception. They had to free Victoria from the web of lies, no matter the cost. But his revelation triggered something volatile in Claire. H
er practiced composure fractured. Though she recognized the flicker of shame in Cole’s eyes, she had grown addicted to the power her stolen identity afforded her. She couldn’t bear the thought of surrendering it.
With chilling resolve, Claire crossed the room, retrieved a silver flask hidden beside her grandmother’s portrait, and offered it to Cole.
Her voice was calm as she told him he would have to drink to his own downfall if he wanted the truth exposed. When he hesitated, she forced the flask to his lips. The poison acted quickly. Cole gasped, stumbled, collapsed.
As he lay dying, his cries echoing unanswered through the empty halls of the manor, Claire watched—unmoved. She had silenced the only witness to their shared sins.
As Cole’s breath faded, she returned the flask to its velvet box and turned away, leaving behind the man who had dared to believe she might choose honesty over ambition.
Outside, the world moved on, unaware that the foundation of one of Genoa City’s most powerful dynasties had just cracked. In the days that followed, Cole’s whereabouts became a mystery. Whispers spread—Europe, exile, or worse.
But Claire remained unshaken. She wore her mask flawlessly, answering questions with ease, spinning lies with elegance. She had won—but at what cost?
At night, alone in her childhood bedroom, Claire felt the ghost of Cole’s final breath stir beneath her skin. The silence he left behind was deafening. Somewhere deep within Abbott Manor, the line between victory and devastation blurred—and Claire could no longer be certain which one she had truly embraced.
