Shocking Victoria Gets Audra’s DNA Results – Claire Is Not Her Child Young And The Restless Spoilers
Audra Charles stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of her penthouse office, gazing out at the glittering skyline of Genoa City. The late afternoon sun painted the horizon in molten gold, but Audra’s eyes were cold, her mind consumed by one single thought: the utter destruction of Kyle Abbott.
For months, she had meticulously assembled every piece of her scheme—financial reports, clandestine meetings, the perfect photograph. And now, the trap was almost set.
Her carefully orchestrated plan was twofold. First, she would engineer Kyle’s professional ruin at Jabot Cosmetics, ensuring that every misstep could be blamed on him alone. Second, and far more personal, she would shatter the blissful relationship between Kyle and Clare Newman.
Audra’s vendetta against the Abbott-Newman alliance was no secret. Her family’s fortune had been decimated by Victor Newman’s aggressive acquisitions, and she blamed Kyle’s father, Jack Abbott, for standing by as Victor seized control.
But while corporate warfare had its own cruel satisfaction, Audra thirsted for something deeper—revenge served cold and personal.
Her blueprint hinged on one critical move: luring Kyle into a compromising position that would make him appear unfaithful. The photograph—a staged scene of a clandestine rendezvous with an attractive model—would be leaked to Clare at precisely the moment her trust was highest.
Audra had rehearsed every detail in her mind—the lighting, the angle, even the faux champagne glasses on the balcony railing. It would all look scandalously authentic.
But today, as she reviewed her final checklist, an unexpected variable unsettled her: Nate Hastings.
Nate—a rising star at Chancellor Communications and Clare’s close friend—had been quietly poking holes in Audra’s narrative. He had noticed discrepancies in the timing of Kyle’s secret meetings and the movements of the hired model.
Over lunch the day before, Nate had confided in Clare—innocently enough—that he found Kyle’s erratic schedule puzzling.
Audra’s heart beat faster. If Nate’s suspicions deepened, her entire scheme could collapse.
“Mr. Hastings is more observant than I anticipated,” she murmured to herself, tapping her manicured fingers against the glass.
She would need to neutralize him without arousing further suspicion. A whisper campaign, perhaps—plant a seed of doubt about Nate’s reliability in Clare’s mind.
Audra smiled thinly. She relished the thought of Clare questioning the motives of her closest ally.
Meanwhile, Kyle Abbott was blissfully unaware of the storm gathering on the horizon.
He sat in Jack Abbott’s office at Jabot, pouring over quarterly reports with furrowed brow. The weight of the family legacy pressed on him more heavily than ever.
Sales figures were plateauing, and rumors of a hostile takeover by a rival cosmetics conglomerate—rumors that Audra herself had suddenly stoked—were beginning to swirl.
Jack, ever the seasoned businessman, leaned back in his leather chair and studied his son.
“Kyle, I know you’re doing your best,” Jack said, voice gravelly with concern. “But if we don’t shore up our defenses soon, Jabot could be looking at serious losses. I’ve asked Diane Jenkins to help us with strategic counsel.”
Kyle nodded, forcing a smile. Diane had been Jack’s ally for decades—sharp-witted, tenacious, and fiercely loyal. Together, they would fortify Jabot’s position.
But Kyle’s mind kept drifting to Clare. They had dinner plans tonight at Society—the upscale bistro where they shared their most private hopes and fears.
He longed to see her smile, to feel the warmth of her hand in his. In his heart, he believed they could weather any storm—never suspecting that the greatest tempest was being brewed by Audra Charles.
Later that afternoon, Audra made her move.
She summoned her most trusted operative, a private investigator named Simone Carver, into her office. Simone was a former actress turned shadow operative, adept at persuasion and subterfuge.
“Everything is set,” Audra whispered, sliding the staged photograph across the mahogany desk. “Tonight you’ll deliver this to Clare. Make it seem as though you stumbled upon it—accidentally found it in a jacket pocket or something. She won’t resist looking.”
Simone examined the photo, nodding. “Clare won’t suspect a thing. By the time she confronts Kyle, the damage will be done.”
Audra’s lips curved into a triumphant smile. “Precisely. And while Clare is reeling, Nate’s whispers will echo in her mind. She’ll think he’s planting doubts, making her look insecure. The more she questions Nate, the more isolated she becomes.”
“Then, when Kyle tries to defend himself, she’ll see him as the only trustworthy one—and that will shatter her.”
Back at Jabot, Kyle and Diane reviewed defense strategies.
Diane, ever perceptive, glanced at Kyle with motherly concern.
“You look distracted,” she said softly. “Is everything all right with Clare?”
He hesitated. “She’s great—supportive as always. But with everything happening here, I haven’t been able to give her as much time.”
Diane patted his hand. “Just don’t let work overshadow your personal life. Balance is key.” She stood, smoothing the lapel of her blazer. “I’ll draft a plan to counter any hostile bids. You focus on keeping Jabot afloat—and on being there for Clare.”
That evening, Kyle arrived at Society early, eager to surprise Clare with a bouquet of her favorite lilies. The restaurant’s warm glow and soft jazz seemed to welcome him.
But his phone buzzed incessantly—emails from Jack, memos from the finance team, an urgent text from Diane. He silenced it, stuffing the device into his pocket, determined to be fully present.
Clare arrived moments later, radiant in a simple navy dress. She greeted him with a kiss that eased the tension in his shoulders. They ordered wine and appetizers, sharing laughter over trivialities…
Until Simone slipped into the booth beside Clare, feigning surprise.
“Clare, hi… I, um—I found something in my car this morning,” Simone began, producing the photograph as though it were an unfortunate accident. “I thought you should see it.”
Time froze for Kyle.
The image—a grainy shot of him leaning close to the model—stared back at him like a grotesque caricature of infidelity.
Clare’s eyes widened, then filled with hurt. Kyle rose, shock and indignation warring on his face.
“Clare, this isn’t what it looks like,” he began, voice trembling.
But Clare’s expression hardened. She glanced at Simone, then at Nate—who had appeared at the edge of the dining area, concern etched on his face.
“You’ve been lying to me,” Clare whispered, tears threatening. “How long has this been going on?”
Nate stepped forward. “Clare, wait. I—I think something’s off here.” He reached for the photo, studying it. “Kyle was in a meeting all afternoon. He couldn’t have been here.”
Clare hesitated, torn between her love for Kyle and Nate’s growing alarm.
Audra Charles watched from a shadowed corner, her lips curved in a satisfied smile.
The trap had sprung.
The rest, she knew, would unfold exactly as she had written it.
This is just the opening act of the drama—where alliances shift, secrets unravel, and the true scope of Audra’s revenge begins to emerge.
