I was convinced my husband was cheating.
The stolen glances, the hushed conversations, the way everyone went silent when I walked into the room—it all pointed to one thing.
But when I finally decided to catch him in the act, what I found left me speechless.
Returning to work after maternity leave was overwhelming. Juggling deadlines and sleepless nights had drained every ounce of my energy.
So when my best friend recommended Lucy—a sweet, soft-spoken nanny with glowing reviews—I thought I had struck gold.
At first, she was perfect. My kids adored her, the house smelled of home-cooked meals again, and even my husband, Peter, seemed… lighter.
Less tense. He’d come home earlier, smile more, and for the first time in months, there was laughter at the dinner table.
But then—something shifted.
Whenever I walked through the door, conversations would die mid-sentence. The kids, usually so eager to see me, would suddenly remember they had “homework.” Peter would get up to “shower” or “make a call.” And Lucy?
She would avoid eye contact altogether, scurrying off like she was caught doing something she shouldn’t.
I told myself I was being paranoid. I was exhausted, overworked—maybe even insecure. But then, I saw it.
Peter, standing by the kitchen island, laughing.
The way his eyes crinkled, his voice warm and low. I hadn’t seen that look in years.
Then Lucy tilted her head, twirling a loose strand of hair. And Peter… oh my God.
He smiled at her.
Not the casual, polite kind. It was the kind of smile that used to be mine.
My stomach dropped.
He’s cheating on me.
The late nights. The sudden change in schedule.
The way he barely looked at me anymore. It all made sense.
Today is our 15th anniversary. No flowers, no gifts — just a vague excuse about a “new project.”
I couldn’t ignore it anymore.
So, I left work two hours early.
I gripped my keys so tightly that they dug into my palm.
My heart was pounding as I stepped inside, ready to catch them in the act. But the moment I crossed the threshold, I stopped dead in my tracks.
The living room was decorated with candles and soft fairy lights. A magnificent banner stretched across the wall—Happy Anniversary, My Love.
The dining table was set for two, adorned with flowers, fine china, and an elegant meal.
The smell of garlic and rosemary filled the air. My breath caught.
What the hell is going on?
Lucy beamed as she walked toward me, wiping her hands on her apron. “Happy anniversary!
They worked so hard for you.”
I blinked, trying to process her words. “What?”
Peter appeared from the kitchen, his sleeves rolled up, a towel slung over his shoulder. “Surprise!” He gave me a sheepish smile.
“You weren’t supposed to be home this early.”
I stared at him, still expecting some cruel revelation.
Ava tugged on my sleeve. “Mommy, we made dinner for you!”
My son, Ethan, nodded proudly. “Lucy taught us.
Daddy wanted to surprise you since you work so much now.”
I felt the air rush out of my lungs. I looked at Peter. “You… what?”
He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Yeah. I know I’ve been distant lately, but it was for this. Lucy’s been helping us plan for weeks.
I just wanted to do something special for you this time.”
For a month… they had been secretly learning how to cook.
A lump formed in my throat. I had spent weeks convincing myself Peter was cheating when in reality, he had been planning this?
Tears burned my eyes. “I—I don’t know what to say.”
Lucy smiled warmly.
“Say yes to dinner.” Then she clapped her hands together. “And with that, I’m taking the kids to the mall. We’re going to walk around, play, and have fun.
We’ll leave you two here.”
She winked at me, grabbed the kids’ coats, and within seconds, they were out the door.
Now, it was just Peter and me.
He took a step closer. “So… do you like it?”
I swallowed hard, my emotions tangled. I had spent the last month preparing for heartbreak.
But instead, I had this.
And for some reason, I still couldn’t shake the unease in my chest.
For the first time in weeks, I exhaled. The doubt, the fear, the sinking suspicion that had been eating me alive—it all vanished.
I was wrong. I was so, so wrong.
No one was pushing me away.
The kids weren’t growing distant. Peter wasn’t cheating on me. It had all been in my head.
And now, as I stood in the middle of our candlelit dining room, the smell of home-cooked food wrapping around me like a warm embrace, I felt something I hadn’t in a long time.
I was happy.
Peter walked up to me, his gaze soft, filled with something that made my heart ache. Love. Real, undeniable love.
He held out a bouquet of red roses—my favorite.
“Happy anniversary, baby,” he said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
I smiled, blinking away the tears welling in my eyes. “You didn’t have to do all this.”
“Yes, I did,” he murmured. “You’ve done everything for this family.
You take care of the kids, the house, me—I just wanted to do something for you this time.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek, black box. My breath hitched as he opened it, revealing a stunning pair of designer heels. The exact ones I had been eyeing months ago but never bought because I felt guilty spending that much on myself.
My lips parted in shock.
“Peter…”
“I saw you looking at them,” he said with a smirk. “Figured you should have them.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “You’re unbelievable.”
He suddenly grew serious, reaching for my hand.
“And there’s one more thing.”
I tilted my head. “What?”
He took a deep breath, then looked into my eyes. “I want to say my vows to you again.”
My heart stuttered in my chest.
“Peter—”
“I know it’s unexpected,” he cut in, squeezing my hand. “But I mean it. After fifteen years, after everything we’ve been through, I still choose you.
Every day, I choose you.”
Tears blurred my vision.
He took both my hands in his and began.
“This time, my vows are different,” he said. “But the meaning is the same. I promise to love you, to stand by you, to fight for us no matter what.
To be the husband you deserve.”
A tear slipped down my cheek. I wiped it away, laughing shakily. “I don’t even know what to say.”
“Say you’ll keep putting up with me for another fifteen years.”
I giggled.
“I think I can manage that.”
He leaned in, his lips just a breath away from mine. My body relaxed, my heart swelling with so much love I thought it might burst.
And then—his phone buzzed.
Peter tensed.
I pulled back slightly. “Aren’t you going to check that?”
His jaw tightened.
“It’s nothing.”
I frowned. “Peter—”
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