Phyllis Summers had always seen love and destruction as two sides of the same coin, and when she learned that Danny Romalotti was marrying Christine Blair, it shattered her. Her jealousy went deeper than mere rivalry; it was a dark obsession with unfinished business. Phyllis couldn’t bear the thought of Danny loving someone else, especially Christine, and she was determined to ensure their story had no ending but her own. Genoa City buzzed with excitement about the wedding, but Phyllis saw it as the perfect opportunity to exact revenge and manipulate the situation to her advantage.

As Christine prepared for her wedding, she was blissfully unaware of the chaos brewing beneath the surface. She had finally moved on from the pain of her vanished husband, Paul Williams, and found happiness with Danny. However, Phyllis knew the marriage between Christine and Paul had never been officially dissolved, and she seized this small legal detail to fuel her plan. Phyllis tracked down Paul, who had been in self-imposed exile after a series of personal failures, and sent him a venomous letter, twisting the truth to provoke his anger and bring him back into the picture.

On the day of the wedding, Christine’s fragile hope for a fresh start was shattered when Paul appeared at the chapel, enraged and demanding answers. His fury erupted as he confronted Christine in front of their wedding guests, accusing her of betrayal and claiming that she had erased him from her life. Danny tried to protect Christine, but Paul’s rage was physical, and he struck Danny in a violent outburst. The wedding, once filled with joy, descended into chaos, and the guests were left in shock as the ceremony fell apart. Phyllis, sitting in the back, secretly reveled in the destruction she had orchestrated.

In the aftermath, Christine was left to face the consequences of the chaos Phyllis had unleashed. Her dream of peace was shattered, and she could no longer deny that her past, personified by Paul and manipulated by Phyllis, would never be buried. Danny, bloodied but determined, stood by her side, but the damage had been done. Phyllis, satisfied with her victory, left the chapel, feeling alive in the chaos she had created. Yet, in the quiet aftermath, she couldn’t help but question whether her victory was worth the cost. For Phyllis, peace was never the goal—only the destructive thrill of chaos.