Season Four
Fallon investigates Adam and learns that he once tried a case in which a worker was poisoned by toxic paint fumes. She reveals the truth to Blake and Jeff, but they are unable to punish Adam as he has framed Alexis for the crime.
In episode 70, Fallon meets European tycoon Peter De Vilbis, and they become romantically involved. In episode 76 they get engaged, much to Blake and Jeff's dismay. When one of Blake's prize race horses is "kidnapped" and held for ransom, Fallon learns that Peter set it up in order to extort money from Blake. Upset and confused by Peter's betrayal, Fallon accidentally runs in front of a car and suffers a severe head injury after being hit.
The accident leaves her temporarily paralyzed, but her doctors say it is psychosomatic. She suddenly regains her ability to walk when she sees her son toddling too close to the edge of a swimming pool and leaps up to pull him to safety. Although she is able to walk again, she is plagued by painful headaches and occasionally suffers from seizures.
Fallon reconciles with Jeff and they decide to remarry in episode 84. In episode 88, on the eve of her wedding, Fallon suffers a particularly severe headache. After she fails to appear at the altar, Jeff goes to her room to investigate, only to find her wedding dress crumpled in the corner and the room empty. He glances out the window in time to see Fallon's car speeding off into the night.
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