Your Uncle, My True Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

The evening sky above the hospital hung dim and heavy. The rain had just stopped, leaving tiny droplets clinging to the window of the room where Emma rested. The soft scent of antiseptic mingled with the sweet fragrance of lilies—James had placed them on the bedside table, saying they were her favorite, to make the room feel a little less cold.Emma gazed at the small baby in her arms. His skin was soft, his cheeks faintly pink, his eyes closed in a peaceful sleep. For hours, she hadn’t moved, simply watching that tiny face as if trying to carve every detail into memory.James stood by the window, his expression gentle as he watched her. He hadn’t said much that day—just gave her the quiet she needed to gather herself. But when her soft voice finally broke the silence, he turned.“His name… is Ethan,” Emma whispered.James lifted a brow slightly. “Ethan?”She smiled faintly. “Ethan Taylor.”One hand caressed the baby’s head while the other tried to hold back the tears. “I want him to

That morning, the sky was pale white, still carrying the chill left behind by last night’s rain. The scent of damp earth drifted from the hospital garden, serene and almost desolate—so unlike the chaos in front of the building, where reporters had been gathering since the day before.On the eighth floor, Emma stood before the mirror, gazing at her own reflection. The ivory dress she wore flowed softly to her ankles, simple yet graceful. Her hair was neatly tied back, with a few loose strands falling by her face. For the first time in days, she looked truly ready—not just to leave the hospital, but to face the world beyond its walls.Ethan was fast asleep in her arms, wrapped snugly in a thick cream-colored blanket. Every time Emma looked at his tiny face, her heart grew steadier. There was a quiet peace in holding him—an anchor that kept her from drifting into the storms of her past.James stood near the door, watching them with a gentle smile, though a shadow of concern lingered in h

The gate closed with a heavy, soft thud — like the final punctuation to one chapter and the beginning of a completely new one. Harry’s car disappeared around the corner.Ethan stirred in Emma’s arms, a small cry escaping his lips.James hurried forward, placing a reassuring hand on Emma’s back as if to ensure the baby was alright.“Do you want to go inside? The morning air is quite chilly for Ethan.”Emma nodded. Her voice still hadn’t fully recovered from the encounter earlier, but the firmness in her eyes showed that she had truly closed the door on the past.They crossed the expansive yard, walking along a cobblestone path flanked by lavender bushes. The fragrant aroma accompanied each of Emma’s steps, easing the weight on her chest. The house stood grandly — soft cream walls, tall windows, and a solid, warm oak door.When they reached the entrance, James turned the knob and pushed the door open slowly.“I want you to see this for yourself,” he said, his voice a mixture of nervousn

That morning, sunlight streamed through the window of Emma’s small studio in James’s house. The faint scent of fabric and watercolour lingered in the air. Emma stood at the centre of the room, surrounded by her new sketches, soft pastel and neutral fabrics, and several accessory samples she had chosen with care.She drew a slow breath, eyes fixed on the sketch in front of her.“James… I want this collection to be different. Not just something to show, but something that tells a story… about strength, about softness, about a new life.”James smiled, his eyes glowing with pride.“It will be. You’ve always known how to breathe a soul into every design. And I’ll make sure you have the time and the space you need.”Emma turned to him, hesitation flickering in her eyes.“You don’t mind, do you? Ethan may need a nanny, and I’ll be busy again, like before. You… you won’t be like Harry, blaming my work until he chose to cheat on me?”James gently took her hand.“No. I’m choosing this. I want t

Time seemed to move in parallel across two different corners of the city.On one side, the lights of the fashion house studio were still glowing despite the deepening night. Emma stood before a large mirror, adjusting the folds of fabric on the final mannequin. The air was filled with the scent of coffee, new textiles, and a sweet kind of exhaustion. In one corner of the room, James sat on a small sofa, holding Ethan, who had just fallen asleep—his tiny chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.“Everything is ready,” one of the staff members said with a satisfied smile. “This collection will go into production next week.”Emma nodded, relief washing over her. For the first time in a long while, she didn’t feel chased by time or haunted by fear. She simply felt… fully present.James watched her from a distance, pride unmistakable in his eyes. Not only because Emma had successfully returned to the fashion world, but because of the way she stood—calm, resolute, and whole in herself.A