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My Fiancé's 'First Love' Keeps Sending Us Gifts — But She Died Years Ago

Ayesha Muhammad
Jul 07, 2025
09:43 A.M.

When strange packages addressed to my fiancé and his high school girlfriend, who died years ago, started arriving, each delivery seemed to pull him further from me. Desperate for answers, I uncovered a truth that changed everything.

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Liam and I met in one of those serendipitous, magical ways you only read about. I was sitting in my favorite cozy café, absorbed in the pages of an old novel, when out of nowhere, a man tripped, sending a cup of coffee right into my lap.

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A woman reading a book | Source: Pexels

I gasped, and he turned to me, horrified. "Oh my god, I am so sorry!" he said, grabbing napkins and frantically dabbing at the spill.

Despite the mess, I couldn't help but smile at his embarrassment. He insisted on buying me a new drink to make up for it. "Please, let me make this right," he said, his face flushed with sincerity.

Once he returned with my drink, he lingered awkwardly and then asked, "Would it be okay if I joined you?"

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I glanced up, noticing the warmth in his eyes, and nodded. "Sure. I could use a less soggy distraction right now."

We started talking, and I was surprised by how easy it felt. He introduced himself as Liam, and before I knew it, an hour had passed, with laughter and stories filling every minute. I was drawn to his quiet confidence and the way he listened as if I were the only person in the world.

After that day, we kept seeing each other. He became my best friend, my confidante, my everything. Late nights together turned into weekends spent cooking, hiking, and dreaming about our future.

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One night, as we were lying on the couch, he told me about Camille, his high school girlfriend who had tragically passed away in an accident. I could see the sadness in his eyes, the way her memory lingered.

"She was my first love, my best friend," he said, voice soft. "But I'm so grateful for what I have with you. You're my future, Mia."

*****

Two years flew by, and the night he hinted about a surprise, I felt giddy with anticipation. I knew a proposal was coming. I knew he loved me.

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A woman holding heart-shaped balloons | Source: Pexels

I trusted that Camille was a part of his past, and I wanted to be his present and future. And when he finally did propose, it felt like a perfect promise.

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Liam proposed on a perfect evening, the sunset casting a warm glow over the beach. Just the two of us, with the gentle sound of waves in the background. He took my hands, his voice trembling as he said, "Mia, you're the most incredible woman I've ever met. I don't ever want to spend a single day without you. Will you marry me?"

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A close-up shot of a man kneeling down, holding a box of ring | Source: Pexels

My heart soared. "Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!" I replied, my cheeks already wet with happy tears as he slid the ring onto my finger.

As we walked back along the shore, wrapped up in each other, Liam grew pensive. He gazed out at the waves, and then he turned to me, his eyes serious. "There's something I should tell you," he began. "It's about Camille."

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A silhouette of a couple walking on the beach during sunset | Source: Pexels

Camille had come up in conversation before. I knew she was his high school girlfriend and that she had died tragically, leaving a mark on his life. But tonight, Liam seemed to want to say more. He hesitated as if struggling to put his feelings into words.

"She was… she was everything to me back then. Losing her changed me in ways I can't even explain. It shaped who I became, and in a way, I think it prepared me to be with you," he confessed, squeezing my hand.

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I swallowed, trying to push back the unexpected feeling of insecurity. I wanted to be enough for him, to know that I was his one and only, even though I respected his past.

"I understand, Liam," I replied quietly, "and I don't want to replace those memories. I just want to be a part of what's next."

He stopped, pulling me into an embrace, his voice a low murmur in my ear. "You are, Mia. You're my present, my future. And I'm all in."

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A close-up shot of a couple hugging on the beach | Source: Pexels

We spent that night wrapped up in each other, laughing and planning our future. I felt secure in his love, convinced that we had laid Camille's memory to rest as part of his past.

But as I drifted off to sleep that night, I couldn't shake a strange feeling that maybe, just maybe, Camille's memory wasn't quite as distant as I had thought.

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A month after our engagement, I came home to find a beautifully wrapped package waiting on our doorstep. As I picked it up, I noticed the tag: "To Liam and Camille." My heart skipped a beat, confusion and unease battling for dominance.

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A close-up shot of a woman touching a beautifully wrapped gift box | Source: Pexels

When Liam got home, I showed him the package. His face turned pale, his eyes darkening as he took it from me. He looked as though he'd seen a ghost.

"It's probably some sort of sick joke," he muttered, but I could tell he was shaken. Together, we unwrapped it, revealing a delicate snow globe inside. It was beautiful, with a cityscape captured in miniature, but the note inside left me feeling cold: "For Liam and Camille—Forever."

"Liam… do you have any idea who would send this?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

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He shook his head, avoiding my gaze. "No idea. It's just… someone with a twisted sense of humor." He placed the snow globe down on the counter, but he didn't meet my eyes, and a shadow seemed to settle over him.

I couldn't shake the strange feeling that something, or someone, was lingering between us. Over the next few days, Liam grew quiet, more withdrawn, as though the reminder of Camille had tugged him back into a part of his past he'd tried to leave behind. I found myself growing uneasy, feeling like an outsider in my engagement.

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A thoughtful woman sitting alone in her living room | Source: Pexels

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It was the beginning of something I couldn't quite explain. Questions swirled in my mind, questions I was too afraid to voice. Who was sending these reminders of his past, and why now?

I began to worry that Camille wasn't as firmly in Liam's past as I'd believed. The thought gnawed at me, keeping me up at night.

The following weeks brought more packages, each addressed to "Liam and Camille." Each gift was another fragment of Liam's past, a memento from his time with Camille.

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A stack of nicely wrapped gift boxes | Source: Pexels

There was a small framed photograph of them together, his arm around her as they laughed into the camera; a delicate bracelet she used to wear; and even a poem he had once written for her, the paper worn and faded from time.

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I watched Liam each time he opened one of these packages. He'd examine the items in silence, his jaw tense and his eyes dark. When I asked him about them, he'd brush me off, but I could see the weight of each memory pulling him back into a place I couldn't reach.

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A distressed man sitting alone in a room | Source: Pexels

One evening, after yet another package arrived, I couldn't keep it in any longer. "Liam," I said, gently touching his arm, "this isn't normal. These gifts—they're affecting us. Don't you see that?"

He looked at me, his expression guarded. "Mia, it's just someone playing a cruel trick. Let's ignore it, okay? These memories… they don't mean anything now."

But his words didn't match the sadness in his eyes, and I began to wonder if he was even telling the truth. Camille's presence was slowly turning our engagement into a shadowed place I didn't recognize, and I felt powerless to change it.

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Desperate for someone to talk to, I called my best friend Alice. As I told her about the packages, she listened quietly, then finally said, "Mia, you're living in a love story that doesn't involve you. If Liam's still holding on to Camille, you need to know. You can't build a future on someone else's memory."

Her words hit me hard, but I knew she was right. I couldn't keep pretending everything was fine.

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If Liam wasn't able to let go of Camille, then maybe I needed to find out who was sending these packages and why they were so determined to haunt our lives. I resolved that I would dig deeper to uncover the truth and finally lay this ghost to rest.

Driven by a need for answers, I decided to do some digging. I went to the high school where Liam and Camille had met, hoping to find a clue, some trace of who she was.

Maybe then, I could understand why these memories were resurfacing. Liam had mentioned the name of his school once, and luckily, I was good at remembering small details.

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At the school, I met one of Camille's old teachers, Ms. Judith, a kind woman with a soft smile. She remembered Camille with a fondness that made my heart ache.

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"Camille was everyone's favorite," she told me, her eyes distant as she recalled. "Talented, vibrant… And she and Liam were so close. Such a tragedy when she passed."

I hesitated before asking, "Do you know anything about her family?"

Ms. Judith nodded. "Her parents moved away after the accident. Too painful, I suppose. But her grandfather, Mr. Whitaker, still lives here. He was devastated when she passed, poor man."

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A back-view shot of an old man visiting a loved one's grave | Source: Unsplash

As I left the school, I felt an inexplicable pull to speak with Mr. Whitaker. Maybe he could shed some light on who might be sending these packages. Ms. Judith had been kind enough to share his address when I asked: a small gesture, but one that now felt significant.

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If he had held onto Camille's memory, perhaps he would have known something about why her presence felt so strong in my life now. My heart raced with anticipation and fear as I drove to his house, hoping that he might hold the missing piece to this unsettling puzzle.

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Mr. Whitaker's home was a snapshot of another time, filled with framed photographs of Camille and keepsakes of her life. He welcomed me warmly, mistaking me for one of her old friends. I was taken aback by his kindness, and as we sat down, he started sharing stories about her, the pride in his eyes unmistakable.

"Camille was the light of my life," he began, showing me a photo of her and Liam from high school. She looked radiant, and Liam's gaze held the same admiration I'd seen in his eyes before… but it wasn't for me.

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"Mr. Whitaker, I actually came here to ask you about some packages," I said hesitantly, as I explained about the strange gifts arriving with Liam and Camille's names on them.

His expression softened as he looked down. He then told me something that sent a chill down my spine.

"I'm sorry if it startled you. I've been sending those. I thought they'd bring Liam comfort, that he'd feel close to her again. Camille made me promise to keep her memory alive, you see. And… well, who else would remember her like he would?"

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A very sad man sitting on a wooden chair | Source: Pexels

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I was speechless, the weight of his words hitting me all at once.

"Mr. Whitaker, I respect your sentiments, but Liam and I are engaged now. And these gifts you've been sending are casting a shadow over our life together. I hope you understand," I said softly.

"I'm sorry. I had no idea about your engagement," whispered Mr. Whitaker, and I could see that he meant it. "Camille's birthday is right around the corner. This used to be a very special time for me, and of course, for Liam. All those gifts I sent were given to Camille by Liam. She kept them safe and cherished them till her last breath. And I've been doing the same. If only I knew…"

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A woman sitting on a carpet with confetti and gifts while holding a cake | Source: Pexels

"It's okay, Mr. Whitaker," was all I could manage to say in return.

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"Dear Mia, I didn't know that Liam had moved on. I thought Camille was still his one true love. Forgive me."

Before leaving, I managed to thank him, though my heart felt heavy. I walked out of his house feeling a mix of sympathy, sadness, and an ache of realization. Camille wasn't just a part of Liam's past; she was a presence that lived on in everyone's mind, making my place in his life feel faint and fragile.

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That evening, I couldn't hold back any longer. As we sat on the couch, I told Liam everything about my visit with Mr. Whitaker, my search for answers, and the way these reminders of Camille were making me feel. When I mentioned the gifts, he stiffened.

"You went to Mr. Whitaker?" he said, a spark of anger in his voice. "Why, Mia? That wasn't your place."

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I took a deep breath, pushing down my frustration. "I went because I felt like a stranger in our relationship, Liam. Because every day, I felt like I was living in Camille's shadow. I needed to understand why."

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A man trying to comfort an upset woman | Source: Pexels

He looked away, his expression clouded with guilt and sorrow. "You're right," he murmured, shoulders sinking. "I held on to those pieces of her because… letting go felt like losing her all over again."

"Mr. Whitaker mentioned you used to celebrate Camille's birthday every year. And those gifts…"

"Everything he told you is true. Seeing those gifts brought back so many memories. But it's been years since I last celebrated her birthday. Honestly, I don't even remember the date anymore. The only thing I want to hold on to now is us — believe me."

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I reached for his hand, my voice soft but steady. "You don't have to erase her, Liam. But you do need to make space for us."

He looked at me then, really looked, and for the first time, I saw a man ready to move forward. That night, we sat together in quiet understanding, finally allowing ourselves to grieve the ghost that had lingered between us.

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With my support, Liam decided to meet Mr. Whitaker one last time, to explain the impact of the gifts and to say a final goodbye to Camille. We gathered at a lakeside she had loved. Mr. Whitaker quietly joined us as Liam shared his gratitude for Camille's role in his life.

One by one, he released the keepsakes Mr. Whitaker had sent, letting go of each piece with a quiet, tearful acknowledgment.

Mr. Whitaker stood beside us, his face lined with sadness but understanding. "Thank you for honoring her, Liam," he said, patting his shoulder. "She'd want you to be happy."

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An elderly man standing on a pier | Source: Pexels

It was a bittersweet moment for all of us, a quiet, heartfelt goodbye to a chapter that would always remain a part of Liam's life. But as we left the lake, I felt a weight lift, knowing Camille's memory was now a blessing instead of a ghost between us.

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With Camille's memory honored, Liam and I felt ready to start fresh. Our engagement was no longer haunted by shadows, and we poured ourselves into planning our wedding, savoring every detail. As the day approached, I felt a profound sense of joy and peace, knowing we had overcome so much together.

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A close-up shot of a floral wedding decor | Source: Pexels

The ceremony was simple yet beautiful, held by the lake where we'd let go of Camille's memory. When it came time for our vows, Liam took my hands, his eyes warm and filled with love.

"Mia," he began, his voice soft but steady, "you came into my life when I didn't even know I was ready to open my heart again. You've shown me kindness, patience, and love I didn't think I deserved. Today, I promise to honor you, to be by your side, and to love you with all of my heart—not just as my wife, but as my partner, my best friend, and my forever."

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My eyes filled with tears, and I felt my heart swell with love. I squeezed his hands, taking a deep breath before saying my vows.

"Liam, from the moment we met, I felt safe with you. You taught me that love is worth fighting for, and you've shown me how strong it can be when it's built on trust and understanding. I promise to stand by you and to love you through every season of our lives. Today, I give you all of me: my heart, my trust, and my forever."

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A tear slipped down Liam's cheek as he smiled, and the joy in his eyes mirrored my own. We exchanged rings, our hands trembling slightly, and as we placed them on each other's fingers, I felt the weight of our promises.

As we looked into each other's eyes, he whispered, "Forever."

I whispered back, "Forever."

In that moment, surrounded by the love of our family and friends, it was clear: this was our beginning. Camille's memory was now a cherished part of Liam's past, and our love was our future. We walked down the aisle together, hand in hand, ready for whatever lay ahead, knowing our bond was unbreakable.

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A back-view of a couple walking down the aisle | Source: Pexels

If this story warmed your heart, here's another one you might like: When my husband told me he was leaving for a year-long work project in Norway, I believed him completely. So imagine my shock when I walked into a small bakery in the neighboring town and found him there, laughing and holding hands with someone I never expected.

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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided "as is," and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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