\nNurse Secretly Told Me to Look Under My Husband\u2019s Hospital Bed \u2013 What I Found There Made Me Call the \u00a0POLICE…\n
My husband, Ethan, has been in the hospital for nearly a week now. He underwent surgery to repair an old ailment that had been plaguing him for years\u2014a hip problem that had now caught up with him.\n
Normally, I visit Ethan in the mornings or afternoons when the kids are in school. But, on Friday, my father offered to take the kids for the night.\n
It would be a great idea to surprise Ethan with an evening visit.\n
When I entered his hospital room, he looked up from his phone and instantly froze.\n
\u201cHey,\u201d I said, smiling as I placed my luggage on the chair. \u201cYou weren\u2019t expecting me, huh?\u201d\n
\n
He blinked many times and gave me a hesitant laugh. \u201cNo. I mean, uh, didn\u2019t you come earlier today?\u201d\n
\u201cI did. But I had some extra time, so here I am.\u201d I shrugged and sat down next to him. \u201cI miss you, you know.\u201d\n
\u201cSam\u2026\u201d he whispered, reaching for my hand but stopping halfway. \u201cYou shouldn\u2019t\u2026 I mean, you must be exhausted. The kids \u2014\u201d\n
\u201cThe kids are with Dad,\u201d I interjected, staring at his face. Something in his expression made my stomach turn. \u201cThey miss you so much, Ethan. Sarah cried again this morning.\u201d\n
Ethan smiled, but there was something\u2026
\nI am not sure, but he has a distracted expression in his eyes. As if his mind was working overtime on something else.\n
We made some small conversation, and I peeled an apple for him, which is his favorite food. But the entire time, I couldn\u2019t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Ethan gave shorter answers than usual. He kept staring at the door.\n
\u201cEthan,\u201d I extended his hand again, and this time he allowed me to take it. \u201cTalk to me. What\u2019s going on? Are you in pain? Should I call the nurse?\u201d\n
\u201cNo!\u201d he said too quickly, then softened his tone. \u201cNo, I\u2019m fine. Really. Just\u2026 tired.\u201d\n
But then, on my way to throw the apple peelings in the trashcan outside the ward, I came across Carla.\n
Carla is one of Ethan\u2019s nurses. She\u2019s friendly, talkative, and the type of person who immediately puts you at ease.\n
She stepped into my path, gazing nervously down the corridor before lowering her tone. \u201cCan I talk to you for a second?\u201d\n
Her gaze flashed to Ethan\u2019s room, and her voice dropped even lower.\n
\n\u201cListen, I don\u2019t want to alarm you, but\u2026 look under your husband\u2019s bed when you go back to the room.\u201d\n
She turned and went away, leaving me standing there with a growing sense of dread in my stomach.\n
What exactly was she talking about? Was there anything wrong with Ethan? Was there a secret I should have noticed?\n
I took a big breath and returned to the room, attempting to appear normal.\n
But my thoughts were racing. Carla\u2019s words rang through my head: \u201cLook under his bed.\u201d\n
I quickly grabbed the apple I was peeling before and feigned to drop it.\n
That\u2019s when I noticed it. My heart has stopped.\n
There were eyes under the bed\u2026 peering at me.\n
At first, I felt I was imagining things. But no.\n
There was a woman huddled there, looking back at me like a deer caught in headlights.\n
\n\u201cWhat the \u2014\u201d I shot to my feet. \u201cWho the hell are you? What are you doing under my husband\u2019s bed?\u201d\n
\u201cDon\u2019t you dare \u2018wait\u2019 me! After everything we\u2019ve been through? After ten years of being together?\u201d\n
The woman scrambled from behind the bed, her face as red as a firetruck. She appeared humiliated.\n
\u201cSamantha, stop. It\u2019s not what you think.\u201d\n
I yelled and backed away from both of them. \u201cHow long has this been going on? Is this why you\u2019ve been acting so strange, Ethan?\u201d\n
The woman hesitated, then mumbled, \u201cI\u2019m a wedding planner.\u201d\n
\u201cEthan hired me to help organize a surprise wedding. For you.\u201d
\nI wasn\u2019t sure whether to laugh or cry. The rage I\u2019d felt moments before had dissolved into something softer, making my chest ache.\n
Then, slowly, I started laughing, tears flowing down my cheeks.\n
The wedding planner, Jessica, whispered another sorry before departing the room, leaving the two of us alone.\n
As the door closed, Ethan reached for my hand. \u201cSo\u2026 what do you think? Still mad at me?\u201d\n
He pulled me close, and I could feel his tears dampening my shoulder. \u201cI love you,\u201d he whispered. \u201cEven after ten years, I fall more in love with you every day.\u201d\n
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