Taylor had a heart attack when Ridge broke off their engagement right on their wedding day

The sun rose over Los Angeles, casting a golden hue on the city that had witnessed countless love stories, but none quite like the one unfolding at Forester Creations. It was a day that had been meticulously planned, a day that was supposed to celebrate love and new beginnings. Carter Walton stood at the altar, his heart racing with anticipation, ready to marry Hope Logan, the woman he believed was his future. The venue was adorned with white silk and soft florals, a picture of elegance and romance. Yet, beneath the surface, a storm was brewing, one that would change everything.

Ridge Forester, Carter’s best man and a man torn between loyalty and love, felt the weight of the moment pressing down on him. He had been asked to stand beside Carter, a gesture of brotherhood that meant more than just tradition. But as he stood there, he couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that had settled in his chest. His mind was clouded with thoughts of Brooke Logan, the woman who had always held a piece of his heart. Their recent conversations had grown deeper, more intimate, and Ridge found himself questioning everything.

Brooke had been vocal in her opposition to Carter and Hope’s whirlwind romance. She believed they were rushing into something that could end in heartbreak. Ridge had tried to reason with her, but her fierce determination left him feeling trapped. Taylor Hayes, Ridge’s former love and the mother of his children, sensed the turmoil within him. She had always been observant, and today was no different. As Ridge stood at the altar, he felt her gaze on him, a mixture of concern and understanding.

The wedding day arrived, and the atmosphere was electric with anticipation. Hope looked radiant, but Ridge could see the conflict in her eyes. He stood near the altar, unsure if he was making a public statement or walking into a silent war. The press was outside, ready to capture every moment. As the music swelled and Hope began her walk down the aisle, Ridge’s heart raced. But just as vows were about to be exchanged, Carter turned to Ridge, nodding for the ring.

Time seemed to slow as Ridge reached into his pocket. He stared at the ring, then at Carter, then at Hope. The weight of the moment crashed down on him. He felt Brooke’s eyes on him, filled with pain and clarity. Taking a deep breath, Ridge’s voice trembled as he spoke, “I’m sorry. I can’t do this.” The room froze. Carter blinked in disbelief, and Ridge continued, “I’m not marrying you. I’m not marrying anyone but her.” He turned and walked toward Brooke, pulling a small velvet box from his coat.

The silence was deafening as Ridge dropped to one knee and opened the box. “I’ve wasted too much time. Will you marry me?” Brooke’s stunned expression was met with gasps from the crowd. Taylor, standing nearby, felt her world shatter. In that moment, her heart couldn’t take the betrayal. She collapsed to the floor, clutching her chest, and chaos erupted.

Ridge rushed to her side, panic flooding his veins. “Taylor, somebody call an ambulance!” Hope was already on her phone, and Carter helped Ridge lower Taylor gently. As paramedics arrived, Ridge held Taylor’s hand, whispering apologies, his proposal to Brooke forgotten in the whirlwind of fear and desperation.

At the hospital, doctors worked to stabilize Taylor, but the prognosis was guarded. Ridge sat by her bedside, guilt consuming him. He had chosen Brooke, publicly humiliating Taylor in the process. News of the incident spread like wildfire, and soon, Ridge’s children, Steffy and Thomas, were on their way back to LA, demanding answers. Their anger was palpable, and Ridge felt the weight of their fury.

“You better pray she survives,” Thomas warned, his voice cold. Steffy’s venomous words cut deeper. “You couldn’t wait, could you? You had to destroy her again.” Ridge felt the walls closing in around him. The wedding was off, and the family he had known was splintering before his eyes.

Days passed, and Taylor remained unconscious. Ridge held her hand, whispering apologies, but he knew the truth: he had chosen Brooke in front of the entire world. If Taylor didn’t wake up, he would never forgive himself. The weight of his decision hung heavy in the air, and the once-unified Forester family was now fractured.

When Taylor’s heart finally gave out, the news hit Los Angeles like a thunderclap. The memorial was a somber affair, devoid of cameras and press. Ridge stood before the gathered family, his voice breaking as he delivered the eulogy. “She always gave more than she got,” he said, tears streaming down his face. “She forgave me more than I deserved.” But the unspoken truth lingered in the air: Taylor had died because her heart couldn’t take the betrayal.

In the days that followed, Ridge withdrew from the world. He canceled the wedding venue, returned the ring, and ignored Brooke’s calls. He replayed the moment of his proposal over and over in his mind, realizing that what he had thought was a bold choice had been selfish and cruel. He loved Brooke, but could he truly love her knowing that his choice had led to Taylor’s death?

Brooke, sensing Ridge’s emotional collapse, finally visited him. She sat beside him in silence, both of them bound by love yet separated by grief. “I wanted a life with you,” Ridge finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But not like this.” Brooke nodded, tears in her eyes. “I know. Neither did I.”

As the days turned into weeks, Steffy and Thomas channeled their grief into action. They blamed Brooke, but their deeper resentment was aimed at their father. Ridge, once a romantic hero, now saw himself as a man who had pushed too far, a man who had taken forgiveness for granted. Taylor’s death had shattered the triangle that had defined their lives for so long.

The Forester family was left to pick up the pieces, but the wounds were too fresh, too deep. Ridge realized that love could survive many things, but not the final silence that Taylor had left behind. The story of Ridge, Brooke, and Taylor had come to a tragic end, and the next chapter remained unwritten.

In the aftermath, Ridge found himself at a crossroads. Would he ever be able to love again? Would he ever be able to forgive himself? The echoes of Taylor’s heartbeat lingered in his mind, a constant reminder of the choices he had made. As he looked out over the city, he knew that love was a complex tapestry woven with joy and sorrow, and sometimes, the threads of loss were the hardest to bear.

In the end, Ridge understood that love was not just about the choices we make, but also about the consequences that follow. And as he stood on the precipice of a new beginning, he knew that the story of love was far from over; it was simply waiting for the right moment to unfold once more.