During a routine hospital visit, my husband’s nurse pulled me aside and whispered, “Look under your husband’s bed.” Confused and anxious, I returned to the room and faked dropping an apple to peek underneath. What I saw made my heart stop — a woman was hiding under the bed, staring back at me.

Shocked and furious, I demanded answers. Ethan panicked. The woman scrambled out, red-faced, stammering that she was a wedding planner. I thought it was a terrible excuse—until Ethan admitted the truth: he had been secretly planning a surprise vow renewal ceremony for us.

We married at city hall ten years ago with no big celebration. He wanted to give me the wedding of my dreams. The planner had been finalizing details when I showed up unexpectedly, and in a panic, Ethan told her to hide.

I went from rage to laughter in seconds. The absurdity of it all, the love behind it—it overwhelmed me.

“I love you,” Ethan said, “Even after ten years, I fall more in love with you every day.”

I held his hand, smiling through tears. “Next time you plan a surprise… try not to give me a heart attack!”