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Chapter Thirty Eight
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2026-06-26 23:37:48
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Under His Watchful Eyes Chapter Seventy: Epilogue
One year later. Friday again.We go back to the garden on the same date we got married. Thomas Vance Garden.It has thirty chairs now, not ten. The star-yellow banner is permanent. There are bowls of lemon drops everywhere. When we first built it, it was for my father. Now families sit there while their parents sit in the private wing, in those chairs by the windows, and watch. They watch weddings. Birthdays. Even bad afternoons. No one has to die alone anymore.Sarah meets us there. She isn't crying this time. She runs the garden charity now. She found a purpose after finding my dress in one day. She has a clipboard and she looks happy. Real happy.We sit in our two chairs. The same ones from the wedding.Julian wears the same suit. It still fits. I wear a black dress this time, not white. I'm not the maid of honor anymore. I'm his wife.He hands me a small pharmacy bag. New bag. Same look.Inside is one lemon drop."For you," he says.I take it. Around my neck, the star necklace. It
Under His Watchful Eyes Chapter Sixty Nine
Elena’s PoVThree days after the wedding, my father has a very good morning.He's back in the chair by the window. He can see across the courtyard to the family room where Julian and I have been sleeping, our honeymoon and he shouts."You two still in that bed? Go get a real honeymoon!"We shout back, "It's a same-room honeymoon, Dad!"And he laughs. Not the tired laugh he had in the private wing. The real one. The one from before prison, before he got sick.Then comes the bad afternoon.The machines start to beep. Not loud at first. Then faster. A nurse looks in and then the doctor calls us. Not in an emergency way. In a soon way. The kind of soon we tried to outrun by getting married on a Friday.We go in. Same ritual as always. His blue blanket. Our hands holding his. Only now he's not in the chair by the window. He's in the bed.He looks at Julian first."Suit still fits?" he asks.Julian's tie is loosened. We haven't left the family room in three nights."It still fits," Julian
Under His Watchful Eyes Chapter Sixty Eight
Elena's PoV*Friday is a good day.Doctor calls at 7am. "He's awake. Clear. Angry about Jell-O. That's good sign."Julian is already in suit that fits. Not the fifteen-year-old big suit he wore to ask about candy. Real suit, black, tailored. He looks nervous, which is new. Julian Vane is never nervous in board meetings, but he is nervous about wedding in garden outside private wing window.I wear white dress Sarah found in one day because Sarah can find anything in one day. Simple. Not Vivienne's Birkin dress. White dress, star necklace new chain old star always touching skin, red ribbon bracelet from seventh grade he kept ten years, gold Vane Seal ring, diamond too big he bought at eighteen.No veil. I don't want veil. I want my dad to see my face from chair by window if he can't come down.We get to private wing garden at 9am. Garden is small. Ten chairs. Lemon drops in little paper bags on each chair, like my dad's old pharmacy bag from when he kept one for ten years. Sarah set the
Under His Watchful Eyes Chapter Sixty Seven
*Julian's PoV*Soon means we have to plan a wedding.I have planned mergers, hostile takeovers, a fifteen percent board share purchase at midnight for forty million, a private wing payment for Thomas Vance because state infirmary said he would not survive six months, a 3am star necklace fix.I have never planned a wedding.Elena has never planned a wedding either, but she watched Vivienne Montgomery plan hers. She was desk outside glass office then. She remembers Vivienne saying, "Birkins for bridesmaids, penthouse for honeymoon, live feed for Napa."Elena doesn't want that. She wants soon, because her father has good days getting fewer.We sit in same room, same bed at night, same desks now with a notebook Sarah gave us that says WEDDING on it in gold letters. Sarah bought it because Sarah buys everything."What do you want?" I ask Elena."Same bed," she says immediately."We already have same bed," I say."I know. I want wedding in same bed. No. I mean I want wedding where we promis
Under His Watchful Eyes Chapter Sixty Six
*Elena's PoV*The first week of same room is chaos.Not romantic chaos. Real chaos. Like, Julian is on a call with Tokyo and I am on a call with Sarah about the charity campaign and we are both talking at the same time in the same glass office and Tokyo can hear Sarah say "no, not the lemon drop yellow, the star yellow."Julian mutes Tokyo."You want star yellow?" he asks me."I want star yellow for the private wing charity banner," I say, also muted. "Not lemon drop yellow.""Star yellow is what color?" he asks."The color of my star when the light hits it," I say.He stares at my neck. The star necklace, new chain."That yellow," he says."Yes."He unmutes Tokyo and says, "Sorry, my wife is deciding what yellow is star yellow. It's the color of a cheap drugstore star that her mom gave her before she died. We will need to come back to revenue projections."Tokyo is silent for a second, then says, "Congratulations on your marriage."We are not married yet. But everyone thinks we are b
Under His Watchful Eyes Chapter Sixty Five
*Elena's PoV*My father has a good day on the day we decide to tell him we are officially engaged again, for the third time but the first time with his permission.We bring no Jell-O. We bring rings.He is in the chair by the window, the one where he gave Julian permission. He looks smaller today but his eyes are clear."Did he ask properly this time?" my dad asks me as soon as we walk in, before we even say anything. He points at Julian."On bathroom tile," I say. "With a diamond he bought when I was eighteen and kept in his desk next to my red ribbon from seventh grade."My dad looks at Julian. "Bathroom tile? That's where you propose?""It was where she was," Julian says. "I didn't want to wait for a better location. Same room matters more than nice room."My dad nods like that is a good answer.Elena, show him, Julian says quietly.I show my dad my hand. Gold Vane Seal ring from graduation, diamond ring too big from eighteen-year-old Julian, and my star necklace, new chain, old st
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