We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm by Coren Elen Vey 25 Summary
In “We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm,” Freya confronts her past and asserts her identity after awakening from a long coma. The story opens with Freya announcing her return to her position as R&D Director, a role she fought hard to secure. Her declaration stuns her colleagues, especially Mia and Vanessa, who witness Freya’s transformation from a passive figure into a commanding presence. Freya’s determination to reclaim her career and independence is palpable, as she resolves not to let anyone undermine her authority, especially not Vanessa, who had been part of her tumultuous past.
As tensions rise, Linda confronts Freya, accusing her of using her marital status to settle personal scores. Freya’s response is shocking; she slaps Linda, a decisive act that marks her newfound strength. This moment of confrontation reveals Freya’s internal struggle and the emotional turmoil she has faced over the years. Leo, witnessing the transformation, is taken aback, recognizing that the woman he once knew has changed fundamentally. Meanwhile, Mia admires Freya’s boldness, feeling a rush of excitement for the empowered version of her colleague.
The narrative takes a turn when Felix, Freya’s husband, enters the scene, visibly concerned for Vanessa after she accidentally injures her hand. His protective demeanor towards Vanessa, coupled with his disappointment in Freya, highlights the complexities of their relationship. Felix’s insistence that Freya apologize to Vanessa serves as a reminder of the power dynamics that have long defined their marriage. Freya’s bitterness surfaces as she reflects on the years she spent prioritizing Felix’s needs over her own, feeling trapped in a cycle of submission.
Freya’s internal conflict deepens as she grapples with her feelings of resentment toward Felix. His dismissive attitude and the expectation for her to apologize ignite a fierce desire for autonomy within her. The story culminates in a moment of defiance, as Freya resolves not to apologize, signaling a significant shift in her character. This refusal to conform to Felix’s demands marks a pivotal point in her journey towards self-empowerment, indicating that she is ready to reclaim her life and identity on her own terms.
Overall, the chapter encapsulates themes of empowerment, betrayal, and the struggle for self-identity. Freya’s journey from a passive figure to a woman ready to fight for her place in the world reflects a broader commentary on the challenges women face in asserting their voices and reclaiming their power in the face of societal and personal obstacles.
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**We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm by Coren Elen Vey**
The fleeting smile that had danced on Vanessa’s lips froze, becoming a mask of disbelief.
Mia’s eyes widened, her shock evident as disbelief flickered across her features. As the weight of Freya’s words sank in, she felt a surge of joy bubbling within her, almost bursting forth in a cheer.
Freya, her voice steady and unwavering, continued, “When I joined this company seven years ago, I signed a contract binding me for ten years. Unless I choose to resign of my own accord, the position of R&D Director is mine for the entirety of that decade. In just a few days, I will return to my duties as if nothing has changed.”
She deliberately raised her tone, ensuring every ear in the department caught her words. “Of course, if anyone prefers to follow Secretary Yale, I won’t stand in your way. I will recommend to President Pearson that we establish a second R&D Department. You all have the freedom to choose where you wish to be.”
In that moment, Freya felt a shift within her. Everything she had done in the past had been for Felix, but now, she was ready to fight for herself. The director’s chair was not just a title; it was a position she had fought tooth and nail to secure, enduring trials that had nearly cost her everything. This was her career, her identity, and she would not let anyone take it from her.
With a purposeful stride, Freya turned her back on Vanessa and her entourage, making her way toward her office.
Years ago, when she had moved into this office, she had discreetly installed a private safe in a corner. Inside lay crucial R&D files she had come to retrieve today.
“Hold on a second!” Linda’s voice broke through the tension, her anger palpable as she seized Freya’s arm, her tone shrill. “You’re just exploiting your position as Mrs. Pearson to settle a personal vendetta against Vanessa! How utterly shameless!”
That was the moment Freya knew she had crossed a line. Leo’s frown deepened, and he instinctively started to pull Linda away. But Freya’s expression hardened, and with a swift motion, she jerked her arm free and delivered a sharp slap across Linda’s face.
The sound echoed in the room, a crisp crack that silenced the chatter.
Leo stared, wide-eyed, his mind racing. This was not the gentle, soft-spoken Mrs. Pearson he remembered. She had never raised her voice, let alone her hand. Since awakening from her long slumber, she had transformed into something formidable.
Snapping back to reality, Leo turned to the gathered crowd. “Don’t you all have work to do? Why are you lingering here?” His authority as the Assistant commanded attention, and the onlookers quickly dispersed.
Mia couldn’t help but glance back at Freya as she left, her heart swelling with uncontainable excitement. Her eyes sparkled with admiration.
So cool.
She felt herself falling for this new, empowered version of Freya.
Meanwhile, Linda’s expression twisted in rage as she regained her composure.
“You hit me!” she exclaimed, incredulous.
“Apologies,” Freya replied, her tone flat and devoid of emotion. “I can’t see, and I tend to react strongly to physical contact. Next time, perhaps you should refrain from touching me. And speaking of which, you accused me of seeking personal revenge on Vanessa. What exactly did you mean by that?”
During the five years she had lain in a coma, Felix and Vanessa had believed she was completely unaware, unable to hear or feel anything. They had no inkling that she was fully aware of their affair. Since regaining consciousness, she had played the part of the blind woman, keeping her true awareness hidden.
Her instincts told her that Linda’s comments about personal revenge were not about the affair; even the most foolish person wouldn’t defend a mistress so brazenly in public.
Linda rolled her eyes, a sneer forming on her lips. “Oh, Mrs. Pearson, short memory, huh? Back in the day, you—”
“Linda.” Vanessa interjected smoothly, squeezing Linda’s hand to silence her. “Don’t forget, you have that important client meeting coming up. You should go and ice your face.”
That client was a wealthy second-generation heir Vanessa had been eyeing for quite some time. Linda touched her cheek, huffing in irritation, before scurrying off in her high heels.
Freya narrowed her eyes, sensing the undercurrents.
Vanessa had intentionally cut her off, not wanting Linda to finish that sentence.
Turning to Freya, Vanessa offered a gentle smile. “Mrs. Pearson, don’t let Linda’s words affect you. She’s always been blunt and often speaks without thinking.”
Freya could see through Vanessa’s facade. It was evident that she had been feeding Linda gossip about her behind her back. She had no interest in engaging with such trivial nonsense.
With a determined stride, Freya approached her office, tapping the door with her cane before pushing it open. The door swung back slightly from her forceful entry.
“Wait, Freya!” Vanessa suddenly rushed forward, bracing her hand against the doorframe just as it swung back, pinching her hand.
“Ah!” Vanessa yelped, and Freya turned, puzzled, noticing a bright red mark blooming on Vanessa’s pale skin.
Moments later, Felix’s voice rang out, filled with anger.
“Freya, what are you doing?”
Through her sunglasses, Freya saw him striding toward them, his handsome brows furrowed, concern etched in his features as he glanced at Vanessa, his displeasure toward Freya unmistakable.
Because she was “blind,” he made no effort to conceal his feelings.
“President Pearson, it’s not Mrs. Pearson’s fault!” Vanessa quickly tugged at his arm with her uninjured hand. “I was careless and got my hand caught.”
Leo, having witnessed the entire incident, stepped in to clarify. “President Pearson, it truly was an accident.”
Felix, ever concerned with appearances, pressed his lips into a thin line, choosing silence. Instead, he extended his hand toward Vanessa.
“Let me see.”
After a brief hesitation, she placed her hand into his palm.
“It doesn’t hurt, President Pearson,” she reassured him.
His frown deepened as he examined her hand. “Any harder and you might have broken a bone.”
Though he didn’t name names, Freya could feel the unspoken accusation directed at her.
She thought she had grown indifferent to his opinions, but after years of loving him, the bond ran deep. Even a single glance or word from him could still wound her.
“It’s fine, President Pearson. I’ll just apply some ointment,” Vanessa said soothingly. “You can’t blame Mrs. Pearson for being upset. She just learned about your appointment of me as manager last week. It’s only natural for her to be in a bad mood.”
Felix’s expression darkened further.
“So it’s about that. I intended to discuss it with you tonight. It was a board decision and has nothing to do with Secretary Yale. Freya, you’re being too impulsive.”
Each word felt like a dagger, insinuating that she had deliberately bullied Vanessa.
Exhaustion washed over her. How had she squandered over a decade of her life on such a petty man?
Maintaining her composure, she replied, “Fine. We’ll discuss this at home tonight.”
But he wasn’t finished.
“Freya, I think you should apologize to Secretary Yale.”
His frown mirrored the one he wore five years ago when he had forced her to apologize.
Through her sunglasses, she met his gaze. His mature, handsome face was shadowed with reproach while Vanessa nestled protectively at his side.
A strange sense of dislocation washed over her.
All those years, she had been looked down upon by his friends, dismissed and suppressed by his family. Yet, never once had he stood by her side to defend her.
Each time, he would say:
“Freya, be sensible.”
“Freya, they’re my friends. Please give me some face.”
“Freya, my family is just looking out for me. They don’t mean you any harm.”
“Freya, for my sake, can you endure it?”
She had endured. She had yielded. Every humiliation was swallowed for his sake.
But he had never, not once, considered her feelings.
Closing her eyes for a moment, bitterness and irony surged within her chest. All those years, she had debased herself for this man.
Drawing a slow breath, she attempted one last time. “Felix, you know who I am. I would never—”
“That’s enough.” He cut her off, his tone sharp with irritation. “Freya, apologize to Secretary Yale. Be sensible.”
At that moment, she was done. She didn’t even want to engage in conversation.
Her silence only deepened the darkness in his expression. The restless irritation within him swelled again.
She was never meant to refuse him. Now, all he sought was a simple apology, and she wouldn’t even bend.
Suppressing his temper, he reached for her—but before he could make contact, Vanessa caught his wrist.
“President Pearson…”
Conclusion
In the aftermath of the confrontation, Freya stood at a crossroads, the weight of her past colliding with her newfound resolve. No longer the submissive figure defined by her husband’s expectations, she had reclaimed her identity and purpose. The slap delivered to Linda was not just an act of defiance; it was a declaration of her right to exist beyond the shadows of Felix and Vanessa. As she walked away, leaving behind the remnants of a life that had suffocated her spirit, Freya embraced the thrill of her own power. The admiration in Mia’s eyes was a reflection of the strength she had always possessed but had kept hidden, and now, it surged forth like a tempest ready to reshape her world.
Freya’s journey was one of awakening, an emotional arc that transformed her from a woman lost in the confines of a loveless marriage into a force of nature, unyielding and fierce. As she stepped into her office, the echoes of her past began to fade, replaced by the sound of her own heartbeat—steady, resolute, and full of promise. She realized that the storm within her was not something to be feared but embraced, for it had the power to clear the skies and reveal the bright horizon ahead. Freya was no longer just a name on a contract; she was thunder, fierce and unapologetic, ready to forge her own path amidst the chaos.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the next chapter of *We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm*, the tension between Freya and Felix reaches a boiling point. Freya’s defiance has marked a turning point in her journey, and as she grapples with her newfound strength, readers will witness the fallout from her bold actions. With the company dynamics shifting, and Freya’s position as R&D Director now firmly in her grasp, the stakes are higher than ever. Will she stand her ground against the whispers of betrayal and the manipulation of those who once held power over her? The air is thick with anticipation as Freya prepares to confront not only her adversaries but also the ghosts of her past.
As Vanessa and Felix continue to play their games of pretense, the facade of camaraderie begins to crack. Freya, no longer the submissive wife, is poised to reclaim her narrative. The chapter promises to dive deeper into the psychological warfare at play, exploring the intricate web of relationships that bind and constrict them. Will Freya finally uncover the truth behind Vanessa’s motives? And what consequences will arise from her refusal to apologize? With the storm brewing both outside and within, readers can expect explosive revelations and emotional confrontations that will leave them breathless, eagerly turning the pages to see how the storm unfolds.
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