We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm by Coren Elen Vey 2 Summary
Freya is overwhelmed by a deep desire to break free from the confines of her life, but she faces a significant obstacle: the research data and samples she collected during her investigations are locked away in the lab, requiring both her and Felix’s access. As she attempts to enter, frustration mounts when she realizes she cannot unlock the door without Felix’s fingerprint and password. This moment serves as a painful reminder of their partnership and the emotional bond they once shared, now overshadowed by their deteriorating relationship.
As Freya reflects on their past, she is filled with desperation and nostalgia. Memories of the time spent together in the lab flood her mind, highlighting the love and trust they once had. However, the arrival of Vanessa has altered their dynamic, leading to a sense of betrayal and isolation. Determined to reclaim her life, Freya begins to dismantle the remnants of their shared existence, discarding items that symbolize their past and the love that has faded. Each item thrown away feels like a step towards liberation, but it also weighs heavily on her heart.
Upon returning to the villa, Freya is met with chaos and tension. Felix’s anger is palpable as he accuses her of neglecting Vanessa, who has faced bullying at school. Their argument escalates, revealing the deep rifts in their relationship and the shifting dynamics of their family. Freya struggles to maintain her composure in front of their children, while Vanessa’s pleading adds to the emotional turmoil. The confrontation lays bare the fractures in their lives, as both parents grapple with their responsibilities and the impact of their choices on the children.
As Felix carries Vanessa away, Freya feels a profound sense of loss and resignation. The weight of their crumbling marriage and the need for a divorce agreement presses heavily upon her. In this moment of despair, she realizes that the dreams they once shared have been replaced by conflict and heartache. The story encapsulates the complexities of love, betrayal, and the struggle for independence in the face of emotional turmoil, leaving Freya at a crossroads as she contemplates her future.
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**We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm**
Freya felt an undeniable urge to escape, to venture beyond the confines of the borders that had long defined her existence. But there was a pressing issue: all the research data and samples she had meticulously gathered during her solo investigations were locked away in the lab, inaccessible to her.
As she approached the headquarters, her heart raced with anticipation, only to be met with frustration. When she pressed her finger against the lab’s door scanner, the familiar beep of rejection echoed in her ears. It hit her like a cold wave—she needed both her and Felix’s fingerprints, along with their passwords. The door was a barrier, a cruel reminder that they had to be present together to unlock its secrets.
Peering through the glass, she caught sight of the computers humming softly, their screens glowing with the fruits of her labor. Each piece of data represented countless hours of work, sleepless nights, and fervent dedication. She had to retrieve it.
Desperation clawed at her mind as she tried to summon the password they had established together. All she could conjure were memories—vivid flashes of the moments they had spent building this lab side by side. She could almost feel Felix beside her, his warm breath brushing against her ear as he had whispered, “Freya, don’t reveal your password to me, and I won’t share mine with you. Everything we’ve created here is the company’s most precious treasure. We can only unlock this door together; it binds us in ways that transcend mere words. We won’t ever be apart.”
In love, there exists a profound reliance on one another, a beautiful intertwining of souls. But what happens when that love fades? It transforms into a fortress, a way to guard against one another.
Ultimately, she found herself standing defeated before the locked door, unable to breach the threshold that separated her from her work.
With a heavy heart, Freya ascended to the second floor of the lab. In the days when she and Felix were consumed by their ambitions, that very floor had served as their sanctuary. It had been their makeshift home, a refuge where they could steal moments of rest amidst their relentless schedules.
Things had changed when Vanessa entered their lives, and they had moved into a villa, forming an unconventional family unit.
Freya set about gathering her belongings, sifting through the remnants of their shared life. With a resolute heart, she discarded every token and memory tied to Felix, leaving only the essentials for the kids. Each item tossed felt like a small victory, a step towards liberation.
Once she had sorted everything, Freya placed a call to a junk removal service, instructing them to haul away the remnants of their past. The bed they had once shared, the couch that had cradled their laughter, the kitchenware that had borne witness to countless meals, and the warm photographs that adorned the walls—everything was gone, leaving behind a hollow silence.
Even the little, chaotic marks left by the children were wiped away, as if erasing their existence in that space.
With determination, she grabbed fresh cans of paint and began to coat the walls, layer upon layer, until the remnants of their life were obscured beneath a pristine white. By the time she completed her task, the sprawling two-thousand-square-foot space felt utterly barren. No trace of their shared history remained; the walls gleamed with an almost blinding brightness, a stark contrast to the memories that had once filled the air.
In the kitchen, the stomach medicine she had always kept stocked for Felix was gone, every last pill tossed aside as if it had never existed.
It took an entire day and night to cleanse the space of its past. Once she was finished, Freya gathered her children in her arms and returned to the villa, her heart heavy with the weight of what she had left behind.
As she pushed open the door, a cloud of smoke enveloped her, the acrid smell hitting her senses like a punch. The living room was a mess, the ashtray overflowing with a dozen cigarette butts, a testament to Felix’s neglect.
His face was drawn and weary, his bloodshot eyes betraying his exhaustion.
“Vanessa got bullied the moment she stepped foot in school,” he spat, his voice as cold as ice. “She’s lying in her dorm, bruised and battered—and she doesn’t even have the money for medicine!”
His tone was accusatory, his gaze sharp and piercing, as if she were the source of all his frustrations.
Freya glanced down at the sleeping children nestled in her arms, their innocent faces oblivious to the storm brewing between their parents.
“Felix, if you have something to say, please don’t do it in front of our kids,” she replied, her voice steady as she began to ascend the stairs.
But just then, Vanessa appeared at the top of the staircase, her figure ethereal in a white nightgown, her long curls cascading like a waterfall down her back. Panic was etched across her innocent face, and she nervously clutched the hem of her dress.
“Mrs. Pearson, I-I promise I won’t cling to Uncle Felix anymore. Please don’t send me abroad,” she pleaded, her voice trembling.
The formality in her address felt like a dagger, making Freya feel like a distant, washed-up housewife. Vanessa’s eyes, filled with desperation, bore into her, pleading for understanding.
Felix had risen from the couch, striding toward Vanessa with purpose. He gently brushed aside her long hair, revealing a stark handprint on her pale cheek—a clear sign of the violence she had endured.
Vanessa leaned into Felix’s embrace, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Mrs. Pearson, they bullied me. They said I used my connections to get into that university. But I know—when you sent me to that prestigious school, you didn’t mean for me to suffer like this.”
Felix’s expression hardened, his gaze turning icy as it fixed on Freya, who stood rooted on the first floor.
“Freya, you may not like Vanessa, but I made a promise to take care of her until she finishes her graduate studies at twenty-five.”
“But my constant compromises have only led to you neglecting Vanessa further,” Freya shot back, her voice rising with indignation.
Their argument stirred the twins from their slumber, their curious eyes blinking at the tension that filled the air.
Freya fought to keep her emotions in check, her heart racing.
“Felix, Berkshire Academy is one of the top three universities in the world. If there’s bullying happening, you can report it to the authorities. You can investigate it yourself. But don’t come at me like this.”
Vanessa continued to sob, her cries echoing through the room. “Mrs. Pearson, I’m so sorry. I’m really, really sorry.”
She dropped to her knees, her desperation palpable.
“Please, Mrs. Pearson, I just want to stay in the city and go to school. I can even live on campus. I promise I’ll only come home once a month—no, even half a day is fine. Please don’t send me away. Those people will hurt me.”
Felix’s gaze was transfixed on Vanessa, his heart evidently swayed by her tears. In a swift motion, he scooped her into his arms, his eyes blazing with cold fury as they locked onto Freya.
“Meet me in the study shortly. You better have a solid explanation for all of this,” he warned, his tone brooking no argument.
As Felix retreated, carrying Vanessa close, Freya felt the last flicker of hope extinguish within her.
“Perfect,” she murmured to herself, gripping her phone tightly, the drafted divorce agreement weighing heavily in her pocket. “I have something to settle with you too.”
Conclusion
In the aftermath of her emotional upheaval, Freya stood at the precipice of a new beginning, the remnants of her past life swept away like autumn leaves in a storm. The once vibrant colors of their shared memories had been painted over in stark white, a blank canvas that beckoned her to envision a future unshackled from the weight of her former love. Yet, even as she sought liberation, the echoes of her past lingered, reminding her of the intricate dance of love and pain, trust and betrayal that had woven their lives together. The locked door of the lab, a symbol of her entrapment, had transformed into a metaphor for the barriers she had built around her heart, now ready to be dismantled.
As she returned to the villa, the acrid smoke and the chaos within mirrored the turmoil of her emotions. Confronted by Felix’s accusations and Vanessa’s desperation, Freya felt the final threads of her hope unravel. The promise of a united family had faded, leaving her with the stark reality of a fractured relationship and the need to reclaim her identity. With the divorce agreement weighing heavily in her pocket, she resolved to confront the storm brewing between them, ready to assert her own needs and desires. In this moment of clarity, Freya understood that true liberation would not come from erasing the past but from embracing the strength within herself to forge a new path, one where she could redefine love and family on her own terms.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the next chapter of *We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm*, readers can expect the tension between Freya and Felix to reach a boiling point. With the remnants of their shared life freshly erased, Freya is now poised to confront the emotional and logistical complexities that arise from her decision to leave. As Felix summons her to the study, the air will be thick with unspoken words and unresolved feelings, setting the stage for a confrontation that could change everything. Will Freya finally find her voice, or will Felix’s icy demeanor and Vanessa’s vulnerability keep her silent?
Moreover, the narrative promises to delve deeper into the dynamics of their unconventional family unit. Vanessa’s plea for understanding and her need for protection will force Freya to grapple with her role as both a mother and a partner. As secrets unfold and emotions clash, the chapter will explore the fragility of love and loyalty amidst chaos. Freya’s drafted divorce agreement looms large, a tangible reminder of her desire for liberation, but it also raises the question: can she truly break free from the bonds that have defined her life? The storm brewing within their home may soon mirror the tempestuous weather outside, and the choices made in the study could either lead to a new beginning or further entrench them in their existing turmoil.
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