We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm by Coren Elen Vey 26 Summary
In “We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm,” the tension between Freya and Felix escalates after an incident involving Vanessa. Vanessa attempts to diffuse the situation, assuring Felix that Freya is alright despite the distress caused. However, Felix expresses his disappointment in Freya, indicating that their relationship is strained. As he walks away with Vanessa, Freya is left feeling isolated and jealous, watching their seemingly perfect connection from afar.
Freya’s emotional turmoil deepens as she reflects on her past with Felix and his friends, particularly Dean, who has always shown her disdain. In a moment of vulnerability, she recalls an instance where she tried to help Dean but was met with rejection. This memory fuels her anger and determination to break free from the expectations she has placed on herself to please Felix and his circle. She resolves to no longer compromise her desires for the sake of others.
After a brief moment alone in her office, Freya retrieves important documents from a hidden safe, a task that symbolizes her reclaiming control over her life. When Leo returns with coffee, Freya forces herself to drink it, despite disliking the taste, as a metaphor for her past compromises. This moment reinforces her decision to prioritize her own needs moving forward.
As Freya and Leo attempt to leave the building, they encounter Dean, who is taken aback by Freya’s cold demeanor. Instead of acknowledging him, Freya confidently steps into the elevator, leaving Dean feeling confused and frustrated. This act of defiance marks a significant shift in Freya’s character, as she begins to detach herself from the people who have belittled her. Dean’s reaction highlights the change in Freya, as he struggles to comprehend her newfound strength and independence.
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**We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm by Coren Elen Vey**
“President Pearson, I implore you, let’s not complicate matters for Mrs. Pearson,” Vanessa interjected with a calm demeanor, her voice soothing like a gentle breeze. “I assure you, I am perfectly alright. Even if she may have caused me some distress, I’m certain it was unintentional.” Her words were laced with a sincerity that sought to bridge the growing chasm between Felix and Freya. “You still have an important meeting ahead. I’ll take care of preparing the conference room.”
Felix’s gaze, heavy with disappointment, shifted toward Freya. “Freya, I must express my profound disappointment in you today. I urge you to reflect on this. We will have a serious discussion when we return home,” he stated, his tone firm yet tinged with a hint of sadness.
With a decisive turn, he commanded Leo, “Make sure to send Madam home later.”
“Yes, sir,” Leo replied promptly, his posture straightening in response to Felix’s authority.
Freya stood frozen, her heart heavy as she watched Felix stride alongside Vanessa. From a distance, they appeared to be a perfect pair, their movements in sync, as if choreographed. The hem of her skirt brushed against his tailored trousers, an almost intimate connection that twisted her insides with jealousy.
In a fleeting moment, Vanessa stumbled slightly, her foot twisting awkwardly. Felix was quick to react, catching her with a practiced ease that made Freya’s heart sink further. It was as if they were the only two people in the world, and she was merely a ghost watching from the sidelines.
Leo, sensing the tension, instinctively moved to shield Freya’s view. “Madam, would you like me to escort you home now?” he asked, his voice a gentle reminder of her reality.
“Assistant Leo, could you please make me a cup of coffee first? I’d like to linger a bit longer in my old office, if that’s alright?” she requested, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.
“Of course. I’ll wait for you outside,” he responded, a hint of relief washing over him as he stepped out.
With a considerate gesture, Leo closed the door behind her, leaving Freya alone in the office. The floor-to-ceiling windows were fitted with one-way glass, providing her with a sense of privacy as she removed her sunglasses. She walked purposefully to the corner of the room, her heart racing as she reached for a painting that concealed a hidden safe behind it.
A fine layer of dust coated the keypad, a clear indication that it had remained untouched for years. The password was her late mother’s birthday—a secret she had only ever shared with Felix. It stung to realize that he had never truly remembered it.
Inside the safe, everything remained undisturbed. She quickly snapped photos of the important documents, her hands trembling slightly as she closed the safe and returned the painting to its rightful place.
Moments later, Leo returned, carrying a cup of Americano.
She took a sip, and the bitter flavor spread across her palate, causing her to grimace.
“Madam, would you prefer me to make another one?” Leo asked, scratching his head in uncertainty. “I made it this way because I recalled you used to enjoy your coffee black, without sugar. I thought it would be just the way you liked it…”
“No, that’s alright,” she replied, forcing herself to take another couple of sips until the bitterness began to feel somewhat familiar.
In truth, she had never been fond of the harshness of an Americano. Her heart longed for the rich, velvety creaminess of a latte, but she had molded her preferences to align with Felix’s tastes.
But this would be the last time. From this moment forward, she vowed never to compromise her desires simply to please Felix.
“Assistant Leo, please take me home,” she instructed, a newfound resolve in her voice.
“Of course,” he replied, leading her toward the nearest elevator. To their dismay, it was out of service, a maintenance sign hanging ominously in front.
“Let’s use the other one then,” he suggested, maintaining a cheerful demeanor despite the inconvenience.
“Alright,” she agreed, her heart still heavy as they walked to the opposite end of the hall, where two elevators stood waiting.
As they approached, Freya spotted a man standing before them, one hand pressed to his ear as he spoke on the phone. He turned slightly, and her breath caught in her throat for a brief moment. The face was all too familiar: Dean.
Dean, one of Felix’s closest confidants. Throughout the years, from the time she had pursued Felix to their shared moments together, she had encountered Dean numerous times, yet he had never once offered her a friendly smile.
From their very first meeting, she sensed his disdain. Yet, out of her love for Felix, she had tried desperately to win over his friends, hoping they would accept her. All her efforts had been in vain, leaving her feeling empty and rejected.
She recalled a particular year on Dean’s birthday, when she noticed he appeared fatigued and pale. Concerned, she had meticulously crafted a prescription to help replenish his energy, spending an entire week transforming it into convenient medicinal pills, each one hand-rolled and carefully packaged.
On the day of the celebration, she had presented it to him personally. His reaction had been inscrutable—a mix of a half-smile and something else—when he said, “How thoughtful.”
Later, as she departed, she had spotted the entire gift discarded in a trash can near the door.
In that moment, hurt and self-doubt flooded her mind. Had her gift been inappropriate?
Now, reflecting on that past version of herself, she felt a wave of anger wash over her. If she could turn back time, she would have tipped that trash can right over his arrogant head.
Adjusting her sunglasses, Freya steeled her expression into an unreadable mask, her heart hardening.
Now that she had severed her ties with Felix, his circle of so-called friends meant nothing to her—she wanted them to stay far away.
Leo, however, greeted Dean with a polite nod. “President Kallis,” he acknowledged.
Dean returned the nod, his gaze drifting to the woman with the blind cane approaching them. A flicker of contempt crossed his features. Here was a woman so shameless that, even in her condition, she dared to cling to Felix.
Any moment now, she would likely don that meek little smile, greet him, and attempt to strike up an awkward conversation as she had done in the past.
He decided to let her squirm in silence, but to his surprise, Freya treated him as if he were invisible—not a greeting, not even a slight tilt of her head in acknowledgment.
Dean’s composure faltered, confusion creeping in.
It dawned on him that perhaps Leo’s casual “President Kallis” had gone unnoticed, and she hadn’t recognized his voice.
So, he deliberately raised his voice, “Assistant Leo, what are you occupied with today?”
His tone was just loud enough for her to catch.
Leo, slightly puzzled, responded politely, “President Pearson asked me to show Madam around the company.”
Dean nodded, then waited expectantly—she was blind, not deaf; surely she would recognize him now.
But once again, to his astonishment, Freya displayed no reaction whatsoever. The moment the elevator doors opened, she confidently tapped her cane forward and stepped inside.
Dean was left speechless, his mouth agape.
Leo noticed Dean had not moved and held the door open for him. “President Kallis, aren’t you coming in?”
Dean stared at Freya’s cool, detached expression inside the elevator, his jaw clenched tightly. “No. I just remembered I left something in President Pearson’s office,” he muttered, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.
With that, the doors slid shut, sealing away Freya’s icy demeanor completely.
Dean felt a knot form in his chest, the air thick and sour as he scowled, pulling out his phone to send a message to Felix.
Dean: [Freya was in a coma for five years. Other than her eyes, did she suffer any other aftereffects? Like… maybe her brain’s broken?]
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Conclusion
In the aftermath of the storm that had raged within the office, Freya emerged with a newfound clarity, shedding the layers of compromise she had worn for Felix. The bitterness of the Americano mirrored her past choices—harsh and unyielding, yet now she understood the necessity of embracing her own desires. No longer would she mold herself to fit the contours of Felix’s world or seek validation from those who had never acknowledged her worth. With each step away from the office, she felt the weight of her past dissipating, replaced by a burgeoning sense of self that had long been stifled. The encounter with Dean was a revelation; it illuminated the futility of her previous attempts to win over those who had only viewed her as an extension of Felix rather than as an individual deserving of respect.
As the elevator doors closed, sealing away the remnants of her former life, Freya took a deep breath, her heart steadying with resolve. She was no longer the woman who sought approval from those who belittled her; she was a force unto herself, ready to carve a new path. The journey ahead would not be without challenges, but for the first time in years, she felt a flicker of hope igniting within her. The storm had passed, leaving behind a clearer sky, and with it came the promise of new beginnings. Freya was ready to embrace her future, unencumbered by the shadows of her past, as she stepped boldly into the unknown.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the next chapter of “We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm,” readers can expect an emotional reckoning as Freya begins to reclaim her identity amid the chaos of her crumbling relationship with Felix. Having made the bold decision to no longer compromise her desires, she stands at a pivotal crossroads, where the choices she makes could either empower her or plunge her deeper into despair. The tension between her and Felix is palpable, and as they navigate their fraught dynamic, the stakes will rise, forcing both characters to confront the painful truths they’ve long avoided.
Moreover, the arrival of Dean adds an intriguing layer of complexity to Freya’s journey. With his disdainful attitude and the history they share, Dean’s presence serves as a reminder of Freya’s struggles for acceptance and validation within Felix’s world. As their paths intertwine once more, expect unexpected confrontations and revelations that will challenge Freya’s newfound resolve. Will she find the strength to stand her ground against Dean’s contempt, or will old insecurities resurface, threatening to unravel her hard-won independence? The chapter promises to delve deeper into the intricacies of loyalty, betrayal, and the quest for self-discovery, leaving readers on the edge of their seats, eager to see how Freya will navigate the storm brewing around her.
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.
