I thought it was just another hospital visit to check on my husband, Ethan, who was recovering from hip surgery. But when his nurse whispered, “Look under your husband’s bed,” my heart skipped. I wasn’t ready for what I found.

At home, the kids missed their dad deeply, and I was exhausted managing it all. That night, with the kids at my dad’s, I surprised Ethan with a visit. His reaction was odd—nervous, distracted. Something felt off.

Then, Carla, one of his nurses, pulled me aside. “Just look,” she urged. So I dropped an apple by his bed… and nearly screamed. A woman was hiding underneath it.

“Who are you?” I demanded. Ethan panicked. The woman? She blurted, “I’m a wedding planner.”

Turns out, Ethan had secretly hired her to plan a real wedding for us. After ten years and a rushed city hall ceremony, he wanted to give me the dream I never had. They didn’t expect me that night, so she hid.

I cried, laughed, and nearly called 911—but my heart melted. “You’re crazy,” I told him. “But I love you.”

And next time? Maybe no one hides under a hospital bed.

Moral: Sometimes love shows up in the strangest places—under a bed, with a ring, and a second chance