We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm by Coren Elen Vey 6 Summary
In “We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm,” Freya’s violent confrontation with Vanessa marks the beginning of a tumultuous emotional upheaval. Freya’s instinctual reaction leads her to strike Vanessa, which results in Vanessa collapsing, overwhelmed by the pain and confusion. The scene is charged with tension as Freya instinctively gathers the frightened twins, whose innocent faces bear the marks of her anger. This moment ignites a mix of guilt and protectiveness within Freya, highlighting her struggle between maternal instincts and the consequences of her actions.
As Vanessa’s panic escalates, she calls for Felix, who rushes down to find her in distress. Their reunion is fraught with emotion as Vanessa, tear-streaked and vulnerable, reveals the truth behind the altercation. Felix’s concern quickly shifts to fury upon seeing the marks on Vanessa’s face, leading to a confrontation with Freya that reveals the complexities of their relationships. Freya feels misunderstood, desperate to defend her actions while trying to explain the situation, but Felix’s focus remains solely on Vanessa, intensifying Freya’s feelings of isolation and betrayal.
The situation escalates further as Felix commands the servants to take the twins away, leaving Freya feeling helpless and desperate. Her pleas to keep the children close fall on deaf ears as Felix’s cold demeanor hardens the emotional divide between them. In a cruel twist, he instructs Vanessa to retaliate against Freya, leading to a painful exchange that leaves Freya humiliated and bloodied. This act of violence serves to deepen the rift in their relationships, illustrating the harsh reality of betrayal and the fragility of trust.
As the chapter culminates, Freya is locked in the basement with the twins, surrounded by darkness and despair. The sound of their cries echoes in the oppressive silence, mirroring Freya’s internal turmoil. The final moments reveal Vanessa’s triumph, as she silently asserts her claim over Felix, leaving Freya to grapple with the painful realization that she is now isolated and vulnerable. In this dark environment, Freya’s understanding of love, loyalty, and betrayal is profoundly challenged, setting the stage for a deeper exploration of the characters’ emotional landscapes.
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**We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm by Coren Elen Vey**
Freya’s hand shot out, her fingers wrapping around Vanessa’s wrist just as the swing of her arm reached its peak. With a sudden, fierce motion, she struck Vanessa’s face not once, but twice—hard enough that the sound echoed in the tense air. The force of the blows sent Vanessa reeling, her body crumpling to the ground, dazed and disoriented.
In that heartbeat, Freya instinctively gathered the frightened twins into her embrace. Their tiny faces, still glistening with fresh tears, bore the unmistakable marks of Freya’s rage—clear red handprints that stood out starkly against their delicate skin. It was a sight that twisted something deep within Freya, a mixture of guilt and protective instinct.
Only after a moment did the reality of the situation sink into Vanessa’s mind. A wave of panic washed over her, and she erupted into a fit of hysterical sobs. “Felix! Felix…” she cried, her voice a desperate plea that echoed through the house.
The sound of her distress reached Felix, who was upstairs, and he hurried down, concern etched across his features. Vanessa flung herself into his arms, her tear-streaked face turned up to him, a canvas of despair marred by the very fingerprints of Freya’s anger.
But as Felix’s gaze fell upon the marks on Vanessa’s face, a dark fury ignited in his eyes, transforming his concern into something much more dangerous. “What happened?” he demanded, his voice low and menacing.
“It’s not Mrs. Pearson’s fault,” Vanessa cried out, her words tumbling over one another in her haste to explain. “She just misunderstood me! When Mrs. Pearson came home, she thought the kids were being too noisy. She slapped them and said they looked too much like you. I tried to stop her, but then she hit me!”
Felix’s expression hardened, his voice turning icy as he confronted Freya. “Freya! You actually hit Vanessa.”
Freya felt a surge of frustration. Did he not see the bigger picture? “Felix, did you even look at the kids’ faces?” she shot back, her voice rising. “Since the day they were born, have I ever laid a finger on them?”
Panic flickered across Vanessa’s features as she instinctively clutched her wrist, where the gauze was quickly becoming saturated with blood. The sight of it sent a chill through Felix, extinguishing any remnants of reason in his gaze.
Freya, still holding the twins, felt the weight of Felix’s icy stare as he assessed the situation. “You hit her?” His voice was devoid of warmth, each word cutting through the air like a knife. “All I see is Vanessa’s old wound reopening—and you attacking someone who is already hurt!”
“Felix! Look at the kids’ faces!” Freya pleaded, her heart aching as she turned the twins’ tear-streaked faces toward him. They were still so small, barely a month old, and the vivid red marks on their cheeks were a testament to the chaos surrounding them.
Yet, Felix barely spared them a glance. His focus remained fixed on Freya, his eyes as cold as the winter winds. “Babies have soft skin. A couple of red marks? That’s nothing. But you, Freya—just because you’re Mrs. Pearson now, you think you can do whatever you want?”
“Mrs. Cross! Butler Stone! Get those kids out of here!” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Two servants stepped forward immediately, their expressions impassive as they ignored the twins’ cries and Freya’s desperate attempts to hold onto them. They pried the babies from her arms with a force that felt like betrayal.
“Felix! They’re still so little! They can’t be without their mother!” Freya cried out, her heart racing as she tried to rush forward, but Felix’s grip on her wrist was unyielding.
“Vanessa,” he turned to the sobbing woman beside him, “however she hit you, hit her back—twice as hard.”
Vanessa hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face before she approached Freya. The tension in the room was palpable as she raised her hand.
“Slap!” The first blow landed sharply against Freya’s cheek, the sound a cruel punctuation to the moment.
“Slap!” The second strike followed, even harder and more vicious, causing blood to seep from the corner of Freya’s mouth. The ringing in her ears was drowned out by a rush of humiliation and a simmering hatred that threatened to consume her.
“Is that enough?” Felix’s voice was cold, devoid of any sympathy.
Vanessa leaned weakly against him, her voice a mere whisper. “Felix, my hand hurts so much…”
“Lock Freya in the basement. Let her cool off down there. And nobody—I mean nobody—lets her out without my say-so.” Felix’s instructions were sharp, cutting through the air like a blade.
Then, as if to seal his cruelty, he added, “You care so much about the kids, right? And you used them as an excuse to hurt Vanessa. So take the two kids down there with her.”
“Felix! You can’t do this! They’re only a month old!” Freya’s voice broke, desperation clawing at her throat as she watched him turn away, holding Vanessa close.
The iron door to the basement slammed shut with a resounding clang, swallowing the last sliver of light. In the oppressive darkness, the only sounds that remained were the twins’ terrified cries and the despair that enveloped Freya like a shroud.
In that moment, Freya caught a glimpse of triumph flashing in Vanessa’s eyes. She silently mouthed the words, “Felix is mine!”
But deep down, Freya understood the truth—Vanessa didn’t need to fight for him. She would never want this man again.
Conclusion
In the suffocating darkness of the basement, Freya’s heart shattered into a million pieces, each fragment echoing the betrayal and despair that had consumed her life. The weight of Felix’s cold judgment hung heavily in the air, a cruel reminder of the love she thought she held dear but which had morphed into a weapon against her. As the twins’ cries pierced the silence, Freya felt the sharp sting of guilt and helplessness; they were innocent victims caught in a storm of adult chaos. The reality of her situation sank in, and she realized that the very anger that had driven her to strike was now the chain binding her to this moment of darkness. With each sob of her children, she felt the last threads of her identity unraveling, leaving her a mere shadow of the woman she once was.
Yet, amid the despair, a flicker of resilience ignited within her—a quiet determination to reclaim her strength and protect her children at all costs. Freya understood that this battle was not just for her own redemption, but for the twins who depended on her. Vanessa’s fleeting triumph only fueled her resolve; Freya would not be a pawn in anyone’s game. As the echoes of the past clashed with the uncertainty of the future, she vowed to rise from the ashes of this betrayal, to break free from the darkness that sought to consume her. The storm may have roared around her, but Freya would become the thunder, fierce and unyielding, ready to fight for her family and reclaim the love that had been twisted into something unrecognizable.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the next chapter, readers can expect the tension to escalate as Freya finds herself trapped in the suffocating darkness of the basement, grappling with the weight of betrayal and the fierce love she holds for her children. The oppressive atmosphere will serve as a crucible for her thoughts, igniting a fire within her that refuses to be extinguished. As the twins cry in fear, Freya will be forced to confront her own feelings of guilt and rage, questioning the lengths she would go to protect them. The bonds of motherhood will be tested in ways she never anticipated, and the darkness may reveal hidden strengths she never knew she possessed.
Meanwhile, Felix’s relationship with Vanessa will take a darker turn as the fallout from his harsh decisions unravels. His cold demeanor may begin to crack under the weight of his own insecurities and the consequences of his actions. Vanessa, emboldened by her newfound power, might find herself at a crossroads, torn between her desire for Felix’s affection and the reality of the monster he has become. As the lines between love and manipulation blur, readers will be left wondering how far each character is willing to go to assert their dominance in this twisted love triangle.
As the chapter unfolds, unexpected alliances may form, and the potential for revenge will loom large. Will Freya manage to escape the basement and reclaim her place as a mother, or will Vanessa’s cunning tactics seal her fate? The storm brewing outside will mirror the tempest within, foreshadowing an explosive confrontation that could change everything. Prepare for a whirlwind of emotions, revelations, and the ultimate battle for love and redemption.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
