Alle Kapitel von Your Uncle, My True Love: Kapitel 151 – Kapitel 160

The news that James had returned home spread faster than Emma had anticipated.The first day was still quiet. On the second, flower arrangements began to arrive. By the third, their front yard was no longer as peaceful as usual.Luxury cars took turns stopping in front of the white gate. Long-time business associates. Investment partners. Acquaintances from economic forums. Even two officials who were usually difficult to secure a meeting with showed up, their serious expressions attempting to appear casual.Emma stood in the living room with an attitude that hadn’t changed—calm, composed, controlled.But now, there was something different.She was like an invisible guardian.Every guest was received politely. Every seat was offered. Everyone was given time.But there were rules.“James cannot speak for too long,” Emma said at the beginning of every visit. “Ten minutes. Fifteen at most.”A few people chuckled, assuming it was a joke.Emma did not laugh.And they quickly realised—it wa

That night was supposed to be calm.After the conversation on the terrace, after the pinky promise that still lingered warmly in James’s mind, the house slowly settled into a gentler rhythm. Ethan fell asleep earlier than usual. Emma checked James’s temperature once more before turning off the bedroom lights.Everything seemed under control.Until two in the morning.Emma woke first.Not because of a loud noise. Not because of a nightmare. Just instinct.She had grown used to listening to James’s breathing ever since the incident at the hospital. But this time, what made her open her eyes was a faint sound from the next room.A soft whimper.Emma sat up immediately.“James, stay here,” she whispered reflexively, even before she was fully awake.James was already half-conscious. “What?”“Stay.”Emma was moving quickly toward Ethan’s room.She switched on the light.Ethan tossed restlessly in his bed. His cheeks were flushed. His hair damp with sweat.“Sweetheart?” Emma touched his fore

The embrace lasted longer than usual.Not an embrace born of longing.Not one driven by desire.But the embrace of two people who both understood that happiness sometimes arrives hand in hand with the quietest fear.Emma was still holding the pregnancy test when James slowly pulled back, looking at it again as if to make sure the lines would not disappear.“Two lines,” he murmured.Emma nodded.An old memory—one she had tried to bury in the deepest corner of her heart—began to rise slowly to the surface.The smell of the hospital room.The white lights that were too bright.The doctor’s careful voice.And the sentence that had made her world collapse—“There’s no heartbeat.”James saw the change in his wife’s face.“You’re thinking about before,” he said gently.Emma did not deny it. “I failed to protect the baby.”James immediately shook his head. “No.”“I worked too hard back then. I said I was strong. I said I was fine. I kept attending meetings. I stood for hours.” Her voice began

The two weeks passed more slowly than any Emma had ever lived through.Each morning began with prayers she never spoke aloud.Each night ended with James’s hand resting over her abdomen, as if making sure that small life was still there.The next appointment arrived.And this time, when the room dimmed again and the monitor flickered to life, Emma did not turn her face away.The doctor smiled before saying anything.“There.”Her voice was gentle, but certain.On the screen, the tiny dot was clearer now. More defined.Emma covered her mouth.James went still.Tears slid down Emma’s cheeks, unstoppable. This time, they were not born of fear.James pressed a kiss to the back of her hand.“Thank you,” he whispered—though it wasn’t clear to whom.The pregnancy was healthy.And since that first test showed two lines, Emma had allowed herself to hope a little further.—The change showed in James as well.He became more disciplined. His working hours were reduced. Meetings were moved home. E

The day came sooner than Emma had imagined.Dawn still hung pale in the sky when the ache began—different from ordinary cramps. Deeper. More rhythmic.Emma woke slowly, one hand instinctively cradling her now-full belly. She waited a few seconds.It came again.Stronger this time.“James,” she called softly.He was awake instantly, as if he had never truly slept soundly since she entered her ninth month. “What is it?”Emma drew in a breath. “I think… it’s time.”James froze for two seconds.Then he moved too quickly.“Contractions? How far apart? How bad is the pain? Your water—”Emma almost laughed despite the grimace on her face. “Relax. Let’s time it first.”The timer on the phone started.Seven minutes.Then six.James was already standing beside the bed, his face tense, trying to look rational.Ethan woke at the sound of hurried footsteps in the hallway.“What’s happening?” he asked, eyes half-open.James knelt in front of him. “Your sister wants to come out.”Ethan’s eyes widene