Emily Mariko Wedding Ring Novels & Stories

"Hmph. Useless, lazy, and still no baby after all these years. But taking million-dollar gifts? That you're good at," my mother-in-law, Victoria Grant, said this with her lips puckered as if she'd caught a foul smell. Lucas Reed—my husband—had just slid a five-carat diamond ring onto my finger when she cut in. A strange chill ran through me. My hand, whole and unbroken, rested in front of me as if nothing had ever happened.

"I was about to leave." Leonidas' eyes slowly followed her hand, "Is that- Is that a ring?" That Festival night had made him watch a couple marry, exchanging rings just like the one in her hand. It was made of metal and had an infinity symbol at the top of it. Miriam's eyes followed his gaze, a fond smile coming on her face as she said, "Yes. I am a wed woman now." "Oh," Little tendrils of jealousy rose from his heart that she had her own person and he did not. "Who?"

"We weren't just together." Every nerve in her body tightened. Ethan reached into his pocket. Slowly. Carefully. Then he placed something into her hand. A ring. Simple. Elegant. Worn from years of use. Emma stared at it. Confused. Then she noticed the engraving inside. Two names. Emma. Ethan. Her pulse roared. "What is this?" Ethan swallowed. The answer seemed to cost him everything. "It was your wedding ring." The world stopped. Emma couldn't breathe.

Emily joked. She dropped onto the bed, exhausted after the hike and all the emotions of the day. She used to think rings were methods of entrapment, so she never had a favorite style of ring and didn't dream of the day someone would propose to her. But looking at the ring, Emily thought it was exactly what she would have chosen: a big round diamond surrounded by a halo of smaller ones. "Admiring your ring?" Byron asked. "It's so lovely," she said, "Come join me on the bed, my fiance."

I covered my mouth with my hands as tears streamed down my cheeks. I looked around and saw that they were all crying. Delilah and Emilianna were on their phones, in tears, recording the moment. He stared at me intently, hope in his eyes, while on bended knee. "Can you make me whole and marry me for real this time?" he asked before handing me the most stunning ring I'd ever seen in my life. It's a diamond solitaire ring. It has an infinity symbol in the center, where the diamond is set. It was simple, but it was elegant in its simplicity. The piano was still playing, and everyone was waiting for my response.

The two of us got married, well, eloped, but I never did give her a ring to put on. I got up from the bed, and though she didn’t speak, I could tell that she had a thousand thoughts going on in her mind. I walked to the dresser and opened the drawer. It was a ring that I intended to give to her, and my own wedding ring which I was going to wear. I walked toward her and took her hand in mine, watching as her eyes widened when she saw the ring that I had. It was a diamond ring. Three diamonds in specific. A black diamond, a pink one, and a white diamond. It was shaped as a flower and each of the petals was one of the diamonds. And in the center was the emerald that was surrounded by these diam

“No problem. Jeremy is finishing up whatever it is he needs to do and then we’ll get started.” Emily couldn’t help but notice the large diamond on Violet’s hand that sparkled under the lights. “Your ring is beautiful,” she said. “Thank you.” Violet smiled down at her hand. “I told my fiancé I didn’t need a huge ring, so he bought the biggest one he could find.” She rolled her eyes, but Emily could see the happiness in Violet’s face. “We’re getting married soon, too. I told my fiancé that he could buy me a big ring but not pay for a giant wedding. He agreed with that, if you can believe it.”

Emily frowned slightly. That didn’t sit right. But she let it go. Claire pulled backand her eyes immediately dropped to Emily’s hand. The ring. Her smile faltered for a split second. “Where did you get that?” Emily glanced at it. “Ethan gave it to me.” “A ring. Like a diamond ring. Why?” “Public image, I guess,” Emily said casually, though her voice wasn’t entirely steady. Like something in her wanted to hide the whole detail behind the ring from her.

Instead, she went to the bathroom to fetch a warm towel to tend to him. Emilia knelt beside Gael as she gently and attentively wiped him down. She turned his arm and caught a glint of something shiny falling from his hand. It was a diamond ring, dazzling and beautiful. This was Yanni's wedding ring. However, she was a surgeon who often performed operations. So, she rarely wore it. That was why it remained as good as new after seven years. Emilia misinterpreted the situation. She thought it was a ring Gael had bought for her, and she happily picked it up to slip it onto her ring finger.

"On my woman. Looking exactly the way I knew you would." She bites her lip. Looks up at me through her lashes and I feel that look somewhere in my chest, deep and aching. Then I see it. The ring. Marco's ring. On her left hand. The simple gold band that has been sitting on her finger for seven years marking her as someone else's. I knew she'd be wearing it. Of course I knew — we're going to a formal event, a gathering of every significant family in the region. She's attending as Marco Valentino's wife. The ring is part of the costume, part of the performance.