Gabriel’s POV
The moment I ended the call with Edward, I grabbed my keys and strode toward the garage, my mind a storm of calculations and frustration.
She had insisted on leaving.
I had been on my way. I had told Edward to not leave the restaurant before I got there. But Aria, being stubborn and impossible, had decided otherwise.
I yanked open the driver’s side door and slid in, the engine roaring to life beneath my grip. As I pulled out of the driveway, I was already dialing Jonathan.
He picked up immediately.
“I need you tracking a vehicle. Grey sedan, following my wife’s car. Edward just confirmed it.”
I couldn’t stop myself before I said it. My wife.
There was no hesitation. “I’m on it.”
“Get me everything. Were they waiting before she left? Did they tail her from the restaur
