In the heart of East London, amidst dreams of doves, wedding dresses, and glittery reunions, Kat Slater was ready to rewrite her story with Alfie Moon—again. This time, the wedding wasn’t just for show. Sure, the plan began as a quirky marketing gimmick for their new limo business, but as champagne fizzed and flashbulbs sparkled, so too did old feelings. They were going to say “I do” for the third time, and this time it felt real.
But not everyone was ready to raise a glass. Jean Slater, once a sister, now a wound that wouldn’t heal, made her fury known in a shocking outburst at The Vic. One slap. One sentence. “You’re no longer a Slater.” And just like that, the room froze and Kat’s confidence cracked. The betrayal of old wounds resurfaced—the kind that come not from lovers, but from family.
Still, Kat, never one to go down without a fight, tried to make peace. She visited Jean, swallowed her pride, and pleaded for reconciliation. But Jean wasn’t interested. Another argument erupted—scars reopened. Kat lashed out, reminding Jean of the devastating social services call last year, a wound Jean hadn’t quite healed from either.
The night of the big celebration arrived. Harry’s Barn transformed into a tribute to Alfie and Kat’s iconic fashion—leopard prints, bold colors, and over-the-top charm. But behind the glitz, sabotage brewed. Jean, consumed by turmoil, tried to set off the fire alarm to ruin the night. Only Harvey’s timely intervention stopped her.
Meanwhile, in the shadows of innocence turning, Kat’s son Tommy faced his own storm. Influenced by the sly and manipulative Joel, Tommy was led astray—stealing Alfie’s credit card to make a secretive online purchase.
Later, with her heart heavy, Kat made one more visit to Jean. Words flowed, soft and sincere. She told Jean she wouldn’t marry Alfie unless she was there—because even with all the chaos, Jean mattered. Touched, Jean finally agreed, promising to stand beside her once more.
As Alfie walked Jean home, Kat returned to their flat, still glowing from the hope of family repaired. She wanted to book doves for the upcoming wedding shoot—one more romantic flourish. She opened the laptop.
And her world shattered.
There it was. An adult website, a transaction freshly stamped into the browser history. Her face paled. Her heart pounded. The joyous vision of a new beginning crumbled into suspicion, pain, and fear. She assumed it was Alfie. Who else could it be?
But in the Moon-Slater household, truths rarely reveal themselves without a fight. The discovery may only be the beginning of yet another heartbreak—a haunting reminder that sometimes, love stories aren’t rewritten with rings and flowers, but with a single, devastating click.
