Martin Reveals Alan’s Shocking News Before His Death – Traci Breaks In Tears Y&R Spoilers Shocking
The Young and the Restless Spoilers: The Longing of Tracy
From the moment she first heard rumors of Allen’s disappearance, Tracy Winters felt a hollow ache in her chest.
She had loved him with every fiber of her being—his quiet smile, the gentle way he held her hand on rainy afternoons, the dreams they wove together of a life shared.
But when those dreams shattered and Allen vanished without a trace, her world tipped into darkness.
Every dawn she awoke hoping for news. Every dusk she prayed for a sign.
Yet for years, nothing came but whispers and avoidant glances.
Martin Chancellor was the one man who knew the truth.
He had witnessed Allen’s final hours—carried his last breath on his own guilty conscience.
When Tracy begged him for answers, Martin had slammed the door of his apartment in her face.
He refused to speak.
His silence tormented Tracy more than any scream could have.
It was a betrayal that cut deeper than a knife.
She became a ghost in her own life, drifting through Genoa City’s familiar streets with hollow eyes.
The places they had visited together—Abbott Mansion’s lush gardens, the intimate corner booth at Society, the Sunlet Pier where they first kissed—now felt like tombstones.
Friends reached out, but she rebuffed them all.
Her only obsession was discovering whether Allen still lived.
Could he be alive?
Was there hope?
The mere possibility anchored her to sanity.
The Decision to Leave
One sleepless night, Tracy stood by her window, gazing at the distant skyline.
The city lights glittered like shards of broken glass.
She realized that searching in vain among old haunts would get her nowhere.
If the truth was to be found, it lay beyond Genoa City’s limits.
Packing a small bag, she scribbled a note for her nearest and dearest—
Apologizing for the pain she would cause and promising she would return only when she knew Allen’s fate.
At dawn, she boarded a bus bound for Chicago.
Each mile she traveled throbbed with anticipation.
On the road, she replayed every memory:
Their first date.
His laugh as she teased him.
The night they danced under the stars.
She imagined seeing him again—alive and well, arms outstretched.
That vision fueled her until the wheels carried her farther from home into the unknown.
Her Contacts in Chicago
Turned out to be scant leads.
An out-of-date address.
A name no one recognized.
A phone number disconnected.
Doors slammed in her face.
Nights were the hardest—the emptiness pressed in on her like a vice.
Yet still she pressed on, refusing to surrender.
Martin’s Devastating News
Back in Genoa, Martin Chancellor paced the length of his study.
Guilt hounded him—a relentless beast.
He had watched Tracy leave, tears in her eyes.
He regretted withholding the truth.
But he promised himself he would protect her from the horror of what happened to Allen.
Better to let her chase a phantom than face the reality of his corpse.
Yet a dark impulse seized him.
If Tracy pined in ignorance, her life lay in limbo.
He justified his next act as a mercy.
He issued a carefully worded press release—
Mundane on its face: an unnamed man had died under tragic circumstances years ago.
Accompanied by a sterile medical summary.
But buried at the end were three words that shattered Tracy’s heart across the continent:
“Alan Winters died regretting you.”
The Bulletin Reaches Tracy
She was in a dingy motel on the outskirts of Detroit.
Chasing yet another dead end.
The front desk clerk handed her the clattering news pamphlet with a sympathetic look.
Tracy skimmed it for the familiar name, then faltered.
The words seized her throat.
She sank into the chair, trembling, unable to breathe.
Allen’s Last Words
They say in the final moments, life flashes before you.
For Allen, those last instants were a tapestry of joy and regret.
Caught in a mugging.
A single bullet meant for the assailant’s wallet found its mark in Allen’s chest.
He fell against the cold pavement, vision blurring.
Neon signs melted into watery halos.
Martin, horrified, arrived seconds later, cradling Allen’s head in his lap.
Allen’s lips moved, but only barely—a rasp against the roar of traffic.
Martin bent closer.
Allen’s final breath:
“I’m sorry, Tracy. I’m so sorry. My greatest regret is not building our life side by side.”
Then… nothing.
Tracy’s Descent into Grief
The hotel room spun as Tracy read and reread Martin’s press release.
Her tears fell in silent rivulets—each one an accusation.
She had chased hope across state lines only to be betrayed.
She struck at the walls.
Screamed at the heavens.
Clawed at her scalp until it stung.
How dare Martin rob her of the chance to say goodbye?
How dare he withhold the truth, feign ignorance, and then drop this bomb into her world?
“Martin Chancellor,” she whispered, lips trembling, eyes blazing.
“May the weight of what you’ve done follow you to the deepest depths of hell.”
In that moment, sorrow twisted into vengeance.
