Vincent’s POV
Before I left, I had put a tracker into her handbag. Not because I wanted to stalk her, but because I was scared she was going to leave alone.
And just like I thought, she left, refusing to be dropped off by Aniston's driver. By the time I was trying to cheer up with my friends around the table, my cell phone began beeping.
I checked and it happened to be the tracker. It seemed to be tampered with, so I sensed something was wrong.
At first, I wanted to pretend everything was alright—to assure myself that she must have found the tracker and discarded it, but my instinct wouldn't let me rest.
“I'll be back,” I whispered to one of my friends and headed to the exit.
About to step out, I heard Melanie call me out. I turned and my eyes landed on Aniston as well, wearing that
