Hope gets pregnant, but Carter reveals he’s infertile CBS The Bold and the Beautiful Spoilers

Hello Bold and the Beautiful fans! Today, we are diving into one of the most explosive and emotionally charged storylines in recent memory.

Hope, Carter, Liam, and Thomas find themselves entangled in a web of deception, heartbreak, and devastating revelations.

Who is the father of Hope’s baby? Is it Liam, her ex-husband, or Thomas, the man who has haunted her romantic past? And how will Carter, shattered by betrayal and his own painful secret, confront this emotional hurricane?

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It all began on a seemingly ordinary afternoon when Hope approached Carter, her face glowing with excitement and anticipation. She had news—news that, in her heart, she believed would bring Carter immense joy.

“I’m pregnant,” she announced softly, her voice trembling with emotion.

She was certain this revelation would spark happiness because she knew how much Carter had dreamed of becoming a father. In her mind, this moment would bring them closer, solidifying their love and future together.

But instead of joy, Hope was met with an expression that shattered her expectations.

Carter’s face froze. His eyes darkened, and a wave of tension filled the room.

The silence that followed was deafening, and Hope’s smile faltered—confusion replacing her excitement.

“Carter?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. “Aren’t you happy?”

Then, in a voice filled with restrained pain, Carter dropped a revelation that turned her world upside down.

“Hope, I can’t be the father,” he said, his words heavy with sorrow. “I’m infertile.”

The confession hit Hope like a thunderbolt, and she felt her breath catch. She searched his face, hoping for some sign that he was mistaken, but all she saw was anguish.

Carter’s hands clenched into fists as he continued, his voice tight with emotion.

“After Quinn and I ended things, I had questions. We were together for a long time, but she never got pregnant. I started to wonder if something was wrong with me, so I got tested.”

His voice cracked slightly, the memory of that painful revelation still raw.

“The doctors told me I can’t father children.”

Hope felt her world collapse. The joy she had brought to this moment was now replaced by disbelief and dread.

Carter’s eyes locked onto hers, the unspoken question blazing between them. If he was infertile, then whose baby was she carrying?

The air thickened with tension as Carter’s confusion turned into something darker. His voice, now laced with suspicion, was sharp and cutting.

“So, Hope… who’s the father?”

Hope’s lips parted, but no words came. The weight of Carter’s gaze felt unbearable, and the room—once filled with promise—was now suffocating.

She knew that silence was as damning as any confession.

Carter’s face hardened, the hurt and betrayal etching lines into his features.

“You lied to me,” he said, his voice hollow. “You’ve been with someone else.”

Hope’s heart pounded. She wanted to explain—to say something, anything—that could stop the wreckage happening in real time. But what was there to say?

The truth was a labyrinth from which there was no easy escape.

Carter’s pain deepened into anger, his voice rising with the anguish of broken trust.

“Was it Liam?” he demanded, the name of Hope’s ex-husband and longtime entanglement dripping with accusation. “Have you been running back to him behind my back?”

Hope’s breath hitched at the mention of Liam. Their past was tangled with heartbreak, passion, and repeated mistakes.

She knew that her history with Liam was a shadow that always lingered—a ghost Carter had every reason to fear.

But then Carter’s eyes narrowed, and he asked the question Hope had feared even more.

“Or was it Thomas?”

His voice was sharp, cutting through the tension with surgical precision.

Thomas—Hope’s complicated, obsessive, and unpredictable former lover—was a name Carter could not ignore.

“Tell me the truth, Hope. Was it him?”

The room felt colder. The silence—more unbearable than the accusations.

Hope’s hands trembled as she pressed them to her stomach, her mind racing through the labyrinth of her recent choices.

Liam, with his familiar comforts and familiar pain.

Or Thomas, with his intensity and devotion that once blurred the lines of right and wrong.

Who was the father?

And did she even know for sure?

Tears welled up in her eyes as she whispered, “Carter, I never meant to hurt you…”

But her voice was fragile.

And Carter’s silence in response was deafening.

Without another word, he turned and walked out—leaving Hope standing alone, her world shattered.