As flower petals fall, a single look changes everything. Is love really the reason?

The music had barely begun when the tension in the room became undeniable. Scout tossed flower petals with innocent joy, but all eyes turned to the woman at the end of the aisle—Willow, radiant in her gown yet haunted in her expression. Her eyes locked on Drew, but something in her gaze betrayed hesitation. Not the hesitation of a nervous bride, but the deep, soul-wrenching doubt of a woman standing on the edge of a life-changing decision.

Willow’s footsteps down the aisle felt heavy, deliberate. Every step toward Drew was also a step away from something unresolved—perhaps a love she left behind, perhaps a truth she hasn’t dared to face. The crowd held its breath. Drew, proud and hopeful, watched her approach, unaware of the emotional storm building inside her.

But why now? Why this sudden wave of uncertainty?

In a flashback playing in Willow’s mind, Martin’s words echoed: “It will look better in front of the judge if you and Drew are married.” The memory stung. The wedding, meant to symbolize love, had started to feel like a strategic move—one meant to influence custody proceedings, not celebrate a sacred bond. Willow never imagined her vows would be tangled with legal maneuvering. Yet here she was, caught between the role of a devoted mother and the identity of a woman in love.

Drew, noble as ever, stood at the altar waiting. He loved Willow—of that, no one doubted. But did she love him back in the same way? Or had he become a means to an end, a father figure to legitimize her fight for her kids in the court’s eyes?

In that moment, everything hung in the balance.

The silence was deafening as the officiant invited Willow to take Drew’s hand. She didn’t move. Not yet. Her fingers clenched the bouquet tighter, her lips parted as if to speak—but no words came. She glanced at the guests, at Scout, at Drew… and perhaps, beyond that, at the ghost of a different future, one where love wasn’t muddied by obligation or fear.

Would she walk away? Would she speak the truth? Or would she surrender to the pressure and say “I do” while her heart whispered “I can’t”?

Whatever Willow chooses next will echo through every corner of Port Charles. For Drew, for Scout, for the children she hopes to protect—and most of all, for herself.

Because when a wedding becomes a battlefield between love and strategy, the scars don’t always fade after the honeymoon.

What would you do in her shoes—fight for your heart, or fight for your kids?