Your Uncle, My True Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

The lights inside the grand hall of the London Fashion Hall glowed warmly, illuminating the long runway adorned with natural-themed decorations. Behind the stage, Emma’s heart pounded hard. She could hear whispers, hurried footsteps, and the constant clicking of cameras — all blending into a tense yet intoxicating symphony.James stood at the side of the stage, watching from afar. His eyes never left Emma as the makeup team gave her one last touch. Her face looked calm, yet James knew there were a thousand small storms spinning inside her.When the Nature Reborn collection was presented, the room seemed to fall into a spellbound silence. The models glided gracefully down the catwalk in dresses that looked like works of nature — soft fabrics with leaf motifs, lace resembling dewdrops, and calming earth tones.One gown in particular — ivory white with hints of pale green — made the fashion journalists instinctively rise to capture it on camera.“This is… extraordinary,” whispered one ed

Morning broke over London with a storm of scandal.Every news portal and social media feed was flooded with photos of Emma and James from the previous night.The headlines were merciless—crafted to shred reputations for entertainment:> “Forbidden Affair in the Fashion World!”“Emma Taylor Pregnant with James Walker’s Child?”“The Return of an Old Scandal!”Emma stared at the glowing screen on her vanity, her breath caught in her throat.She had grown used to gossip, but this… this was different.It wasn’t just about her anymore — it was about her baby.James stepped out of the bathroom, sleeves of his white shirt still rolled up.“Have you seen the news?” he asked calmly, though something darker flickered behind his eyes.“I have,” Emma replied quietly. “But I won’t cry over it. I just don’t want people to stain my child’s name before they’re even born.”James walked closer, stopping just behind her.He looked at her reflection in the mirror — a woman stronger than before, yet fragil

That morning, London was shrouded in mist and the flash of cameras.Outside the hotel where Emma was staying, dozens of journalists had gathered, waiting for an official statement from the woman at the centre of the scandal.James stood by the window, his jaw tense as he watched the crowd below.“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked softly, his voice almost drowned out by the chaos outside.Emma, sitting on the edge of the bed, appeared calm.She wore a simple black dress beneath a long grey coat. Her hair was neatly pinned up, her face bare of heavy make-up. Her gaze was steady — almost unnervingly so for someone about to reopen her deepest wound before the world.“I don’t have another choice,” she said at last. “If the world wants the truth, then they’ll have it — but not Harry’s version of it.”James turned towards her, taking a slow step forward.“Emma, you don’t have to prove anything. We can handle this through legal channels.”She shook her head.“No, James. The world do

The sound of a newborn’s cry filled the room, blending softly with the rain tapping against the hospital window.James stood frozen beside the bed, unable to take his eyes off the tiny life that had just entered the world. The baby’s wails were sharp and unrestrained, yet to James, they were the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.“It’s a boy,” the doctor said with a tired but genuine smile. “Healthy, weighing three point two kilograms.”A nurse carefully placed the baby in Emma’s arms. Her eyes glistened, her hands trembling as she brushed a finger across the child’s small, rosy cheek.James stepped closer — and then stopped, his breath catching in his throat.The baby’s face… it was like looking into a small mirror.The soft jawline, the shape of the nose, even the smooth curve of the forehead — all of it looked impossibly familiar.“James…” Emma whispered, barely audible. “Look… he looks like you.”James smiled faintly — a fragile mix of surprise and awe.He knew, of course, th

Under the relentless rain, Harry stood at the hospital entrance. His clothes were soaked through, but he didn’t care. His eyes were sharp—yet hollow.He had already vented his anger on Sophie, but the fact that Emma couldn’t be found left him even more lost.He stared at the hospital’s glowing signboard, blurred by the curtain of rain.She’s here. I know Emma is here.But in the back of his mind, another voice whispered—quieter, but far more painful: Maybe she doesn’t want to be found anymore.Harry shut his eyes, the ache climbing up his throat like a slow burn.He had lost everything—his reputation, his family, even his respect for himself.Now, he only wanted one thing: to see the face of the child who might never call him “father.”Farther down the street, the lights of journalists’ cars spun in the darkness. Cameras still waited for a story.Harry knew every step he took was being watched; every move could become tomorrow’s headline. But strangely, he didn’t care.He just wanted