Returning to work after maternity leave was exhausting. When my friend recommended Lucy, a sweet nanny, I thought I’d struck gold. She was perfect—the kids adored her, the house smelled of home-cooked meals, and my husband, Peter, seemed happier. But soon, things felt off. Conversations stopped when I entered, Peter grew distant, and Lucy avoided eye contact. I became convinced he was cheating.

On our 15th anniversary, I left work early, ready to confront him. But when I walked in, I was stunned. The house was decorated with candles and a banner that read, Happy Anniversary, My Love. The table was set for two, with flowers and a homemade meal. Lucy smiled, “They worked so hard for you.”

Peter appeared, grinning. “Surprise! You weren’t supposed to be home this early.” The kids chimed in, “We made dinner for you!” Lucy had been helping them plan this for weeks.

Tears filled my eyes as Peter handed me roses and a box with the designer heels I’d wanted. “You’ve done so much for us. I wanted to do something for you,” he said. Then, he took my hands and renewed his vows. “After 15 years, I still choose you.”

Just as we shared a tender moment, Lucy called. The kids shouted, “Did you like the surprise?” I laughed, tears streaming. “We love you!”

As Peter held me, I realized how wrong I’d been. This was where I belonged—loved, cherished, and home.