Standing at the bedroom window, Gwen stared between the curtains at the deserted streets, hating herself.
She’d lied to Rhys. Again. Told him she was working, when in reality she was here, with Owen.
What was she turning into? She kept telling her colleagues how much she loved Rhys, hated having to deceive him about the true nature of her job, but now she was doing something far worse; betraying his trust.
As much as she hated it, lying about her job was a necessary evil. But this was wrong. She knew she should stop.
She just didn’t want to.