The Wedding Gift Book Novels & Stories

“We know you can definitely buy expensive branded items, so we bought a gift with memories.” “What are you guys talking about?” Deanna smiled sweetly. “Actually, you don't need to give me anything because you are my best wedding gift.” Deanna took the package and opened it as they asked her to. Their wedding gift was a lamp with a short video inside. The short video contained photos of them while working at the hospital, from their internship to being hired by the hospital.

I never imagined his admiration had turned into something more. But I should have known. Every Christmas, he would carefully choose thoughtful gifts for Esme while I was overlooked. If I received anything at all, it was something cheap and meaningless. Year after year, my jewelry box was filled with trinkets worth nothing. The only piece of real value was the diamond ring he gave me on our wedding day. Back then, his heart still belonged to me. But that didn't matter anymore because I would be giving it all back to him at this very birthday party.

A limited edition watch was inside the small box. “Sebastian told me how time conscious you always and have a tendency of staring at your watch a lot.” She said playful when he didn’t react to her gift. He raised his eyes from the box, “Thank you, Kaira.” He said, closing back the box and putting in back in the package it came with. He looked over to Sebastian, “You didm’t buy me a gift?” He asked in a stern voice that still held a light tone. “Grandfather, you shouldn’t always be greedy, Kaira is my wife. She’s representing us both, and besides I always get you a gift on every birthday.” Sebastian retorted.

she interrupted quickly, already heading for the stairs. I hesitated for a moment as I watched her go up the stairs. Was this really alright? It was Blake's house after all…. But she looked like she really needed to go so I waved it off as I turned my attention to the gift bag in my hands. Carefully, I opened it. Inside was a delicate diamond encrusted bracelet, the stones catching the light with a quiet brilliance, and under it was a small note; HAVE A LOVELY WEDDING I felt tears at the edge of my eyes as I stared at it. Even with her against the wedding, she still gave me a gift…and it was one of the nicest things I had ever received.

I was sound asleep the night before the wedding when a video call from my best friend, Eve, came in. “Aisling, my wedding’s starting in half an hour. Where is my maid of honor?” I pulled back the curtains and stared in resignation at the still night at one in the morning. “Eve, what are you talking about? It’s not even dawn. Who gets married in the wee hours? You’re working overtime as my alarm clock.” It was a pause on the line until Eve’s camera shifted to the blue skies behind the groom. “Are you still asleep, Aisling? It’s morning. “Our families have arrived. Everyone’s waiting on you. Get here quickly.” The call ended, and I snapped awake. Judging by the family members caught in

she said, "a reminder of our special moments together." Daniel pulled her into a cozy hug, moved by the gesture. Whispering, "I love it, and I love you." There was still more gift-giving, which made the room feel very cozy. Marie gave Jake a wrapped gift, a playful twinkle in her eye. Teasingly, "I thought you might need this," she said. When Jake opened the present, he discovered a peculiar self-help book called "Navigating the Maze of Love." Everyone in the room burst out laughing, even Jake.

It was the kind of wedding that stopped traffic, the kind that was splashed across every major blog and newspaper. "A Royal Union," they probably called it. "The Wedding of the Decade." And I, the woman who had ironed the groom’s shirts for eight years, the woman who had nursed him through fevers and failures, was just a footnote and a ghost. So, this is true. Another woman has taken my place. She is wearing the ring that was paid for with the money Jason and I worked for. She is dancing the first dance to the song we chose. She has taken my eight-year boyfriend—no, my eight-year life partner—and turned him into her husband in the span of forty-eight hours.

"Like all those gifts you gave me over the years?" The room went silent. Christopher's face drained of color. "What's wrong, darling?" Ashlyn's smile was sharp. "Can't remember any?" "I... of course I gave you gifts!" "Name one." "The sapphire necklace!" Christopher said triumphantly. "You mean the one you gave Penelope last Christmas?" Lady Morrison interjected. "No, I meant—" "The ruby earrings?" Penelope whispered. "From my birthday?" "The diamond bracelet from the Milan collection?" Mrs. Henderson added. "The one Penelope wore to the charity gala?"

A book with the title, Sex Guide: 101 Positions For Newlyweds! She held her forehead in disappointment. She thought it would be something decent since Rui is an elegant and classy mom. She doesn't look like someone who would give this kind of book! “My expectations for you were too high, Rui!” she uttered as she picked up the gift card. [Tried and tested. It did improve our marriage life. Go easy on my cousin though. Best of luck, Rui] Once again, she boxed it up before tossing it inside the drawer. “I've never been so disappointed! How can they be my besties?!” she murmured as she typed on her phone to search for similar gifts.

Feeling a knot in my chest, I opened our chat. [Hey, man, are you sure that package went to the right place?] [Yeah! Harborview Estates, Unit 2502. Didn't you guys already sign for it?] Then, he sent me another photo. Right away, my blood was about to boil. My brain just shut down like a clock with a broken spring. In the picture, my wife, Phoebe Reese, was wearing a skimpy black lace nightgown, holding the roses I sent her with a seductive smile on her face.