My wife Hailey always joked she didn’t need to learn French — our daughter Élodie was her translator. That worked perfectly… until one family dinner when Élodie dropped a truth bomb no one saw coming. We were enjoying wine and ratatouille under string lights, a week before our tenth anniversary, when my sister Camille asked Élodie about her day. With innocent joy, Élodie announced, “Mommy met a man and went to a ring store… but said not to tell Daddy.” Silence followed. Wine froze midair. My heart sank.

I asked Hailey directly — was it true? At first, she played dumb. Then came a laugh, sharp and loud. “You think I’m cheating?” she asked, still chuckling. “That was Julien. He’s gay — you met him at our wedding! His family owns the jewelry store. He’s helping me pick an anniversary gift.” Suspicion shifted to surprise. Camille, still skeptical, asked about the flowers. “Props,” Hailey shrugged. “He’s dramatic.”

But it was Élodie’s innocent honesty that stole the show. Hailey pulled a velvet box from her purse and opened it — two gold rings. She knelt. “Would you marry me again?” I whispered, “Yes.” Everyone cheered, and my dad toasted, “To love, and children who can’t keep secrets!”

Two weeks later, we renewed our vows.