We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm by Coren Elen Vey 11 Summary
In “We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm,” Freya returns to the grand villa she once called home after five years of absence due to her debilitating condition. Telix, her husband, assists her from the sleek Bentley into a wheelchair, and as they approach the villa, Freya is overwhelmed by a mix of nostalgia and pain. The memories of their life together flood back, particularly the tulips she had planted for Telix, which now stand as a bittersweet reminder of her lost love and the life she once cherished.
As they enter the villa, Freya’s emotions intensify when she realizes that Vanessa, another woman, has taken her place in Telix’s life. The anguish of seeing Vanessa, who had brought tulips to Freya during her illness, overwhelms her as she grapples with the reality of her situation. Despite the love she once felt for her family, she now faces a harsh truth: she is a mere shadow in her own home, and the children she longs to embrace see her as a stranger. The tension escalates as she tries to connect with her children, Emmy and Etty, but their hesitance and fear only deepen her sense of loss.
Freya’s heart breaks further as Telix dismisses her attempts to bond with the children, revealing his desire to keep her distant from them. The emotional turmoil is palpable as Freya realizes that the bond she once shared with her children has been severed. She feels a fierce determination rising within her, ignited by the betrayal she has endured and the love she still holds for her children. The final straw comes when she sees Telix and Vanessa together outside, a sight that fuels her resolve to reclaim her life and her family.
The chapter closes with Freya’s determination to confront her reality, despite the physical pain she endures. The sight of her husband and Vanessa together ignites a fire within her, symbolizing her refusal to remain a passive observer in her own life. As she struggles to rise from the bed and confront the world outside, Freya embodies the strength and resilience that will drive her to reclaim what is rightfully hers.
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**TITLE: We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm by Coren Elen Vey**
The sleek black Bentley glided to a halt in front of a grand villa, its polished exterior reflecting the soft glow of the moonlight.
Telix, with a gentle yet determined demeanor, lifted Freya from the car, carefully placing her into a wheelchair that had been waiting at the curb. As he pushed her toward the entrance, Freya felt the cool night air brush against her skin, awakening memories that had lain dormant for far too long.
From behind her dark sunglasses, she surveyed the villa—their marital home. Five long years had passed since she last laid eyes on it, and now, seeing it again was akin to gazing at a mirage from a distant world. The walls held echoes of laughter, love, and a life she once had, now shrouded in a veil of bittersweet nostalgia.
“Treya, we’re home,” Felix whispered softly in her ear, leaning in close enough for her to feel the warmth of his breath. “Can you smell it? The tulips you planted for me… I’ve taken such good care of them all these years.”
Freya’s gaze drifted to the front garden, where the tulips stood proud and stately, illuminated by the moonlight—a breathtaking sight that sent a jolt through her heart. Each bloom was a testament to her love, painstakingly planted by her own hands, each one a silent reminder of the affection she had once nurtured for him.
He had once told her that tulips were his favorite flower, a simple yet profound truth that had inspired her to cultivate a garden of vibrant colors. But that was before everything changed. Before she became a mere shadow of herself, trapped in a body that no longer obeyed her commands.
Vanessa had taken her place during those agonizing years, bringing tulips to her bedside, whispering sweet nothings: “You know, Freya, tulips have always been my favorite. Thanks for planting so many—Felix and I just love walking through the garden together.”
A surge of hatred blossomed within Freya’s chest, fierce and unyielding. Her hand instinctively reached toward the nearest tulip, and with a swift, decisive twist, she snapped its stem, the sharp crack echoing in the still night air.
By now, Felix had wheeled her to the front door. At her seated height, she was perfectly aligned with the lock, and her fingers moved almost of their own accord, ready to press the sensor. But before she could make contact, Felix’s long, strong fingers intercepted hers, the warmth of his palm betraying an undercurrent of anxiety.
“Freya, let me open the door,” he suggested lightly, though his voice carried an edge of tension.
A flicker of cold realization glinted in her eyes. Of course—he had deleted her fingerprint from their own front door, erasing her presence from the home they had once shared.
She felt a bitter laugh bubbling up within her, but the ache in her chest was too profound, too raw. Quietly, she withdrew her hand, watching as he pressed his finger to the lock, the mechanism clicking in a manner that felt far too final.
Just as the door swung open, a slender, manicured hand reached out from within, pulling it wide. There stood Vanessa, exuding an air of elegance that screamed “lady of the house.”
Freya’s fingers clenched into her knees, a desperate attempt to keep her composure from shattering into a million pieces. So this was what had transpired while she lay trapped in her own body, in pain, helpless… Vanessa had taken her place, living in her home, sharing her life with Felix, even claiming her children as her own.
Vanessa’s smile faltered as she caught sight of the wheelchair and the woman occupying it.
“What’s wrong, Felix? Why aren’t you taking me inside?” Freya broke the silence, her voice steady despite the tempest raging within her.
Felix shot a quick glance at Vanessa, and with a silent understanding, she stepped aside, allowing him to wheel Freya into the house.
For five long years, her love for them had been the thread that pulled her from the depths of darkness, a lifeline that had kept her anchored to the hope of waking up.
“They have school early tomorrow,” Felix murmured softly, his tone laced with a false sense of calm. “They’re already asleep. Your eyes haven’t fully recovered yet; there’s no rush.”
Her eyes darkened behind her sunglasses, a storm brewing within.
“Then—” she began, only to be interrupted by the sound of light, hurried footsteps racing down the stairs.
Instinctively, she turned toward the noise, her heart pounding in her chest as she saw Emmy and Etty descending, hand-in-hand, their innocent faces alight with curiosity.
Her throat tightened, and she felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes.
“Daddy,” Etty called out, his gaze darting to the woman in the wheelchair, his young mind racing to comprehend the unfamiliar sight before him.
Emmy, however, lit up at the sight of Vanessa, her face breaking into a wide smile.
“Van—” she began, but stopped abruptly when Vanessa subtly shook her head. Confusion crossed Emmy’s features, but she obediently closed her mouth, the moment laden with unspoken tension.
“Is that Emmy and Etty?” Freya forced a smile, even as her heart shattered into pieces. She opened her arms wide, yearning for their embrace. “I’m your mommy. Come here… let Mommy hold you, please?”
Instead of rushing to her, Emmy shrank back, fear flickering in her bright eyes. Etty hesitated for a moment, before slowly approaching her, his small hand reaching out tentatively to touch her face, as if to confirm she was real.
“You really are Mommy?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“It’s me, sweetheart. I’m your mommy,” she replied, her voice gentle yet trembling with emotion.
“Alright, it’s late,” Felix interjected, his tone authoritative. “Etty, take your sister back to bed. We’ll talk about Mommy tomorrow after school.”
Etty lingered for a moment, glancing back at her, uncertainty etched on his face before he turned to leave.
“Etty… can Mommy hold you?” The plea slipped from her lips, almost a whisper, a single tear escaping the confines of her sunglasses.
He faltered, as if about to step toward her, but Felix’s voice, laced with paternal authority, cut through the moment: “Etty, go to your room.”
His hand settled on her shoulder in a mock gesture of comfort. “Don’t rush it. They’ve never had you in their lives. They need time,” he added, the coldness of his words seeping into her very soul.
A frigid wave washed over her, a realization dawning—he didn’t want her to grow close to the children.
As the twins headed upstairs, Emmy cast a longing glance at Vanessa, blowing her a secret kiss, a gesture that twisted the knife deeper into Freya’s heart.
She could cast aside the man who had betrayed her like yesterday’s trash, but her children… they were her flesh and blood. No one would take them from her.
Once the children were gone, Felix carried her to “their” bedroom, setting her gently on the bed.
In the corner, their wedding photo lay draped in a cloth, her face obscured from view.
A cold laugh bubbled within her, a dark humor at the absurdity of it all.
“Rest now, Freya, I’ll be in the study,” Felix said, his tone dismissive as he turned to leave.
“Felix,” she called out suddenly, her voice cutting through the silence. “Do you know what my favorite flower is?”
He blinked, momentarily caught off guard, but quickly regained his composure.
“Of course. Tulips. Because I like them, and you like them too. That’s always been you, Freya.”
“Yes,” she replied with a faint smile, though it felt hollow. “That’s always been me.”
As soon as the door clicked shut behind him, the smile evaporated from her face.
Not for a moment did she believe he had gone to the study.
Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, she braced herself against the wall, fighting through the pain that shot through her limbs with every movement.
She dragged herself toward the window, each step a torment, but she pressed on, determined to confront the reality outside.
Finally reaching the window, she peered down into the garden below, her heart sinking as she saw Vanessa and Felix entwined in each other’s arms, bathed in the soft, silvery light of the moon. The sight was a cruel reminder of what she had lost, and a fire ignited within her, fierce and unyielding.
Conclusion
In the dim light of the villa, Freya’s heart was a battleground, torn between the love she once knew and the bitter reality that now engulfed her. The tulips, once symbols of her devotion, had transformed into a haunting reminder of the life she had been stripped of. As she watched Felix and Vanessa entwined in the garden below, the pain of betrayal twisted like a knife in her chest. Yet, amid the anguish, a flicker of resolve ignited within her. This was not merely a return to a home that had been taken from her; it was a reclamation of her identity, a fierce declaration that she would not be erased from the lives of her children. The storm within her began to coalesce into a singular purpose—she would fight for her place as their mother, no matter the cost.
Freya’s journey was no longer just about navigating the shadows of her past; it was about stepping into the light of her future. The emotional arc that had begun with the sorrow of loss now surged with the promise of resilience. She was no longer a passive observer in her own life; she was a warrior ready to reclaim her narrative. As she stood at the window, the moonlight illuminating her fierce determination, she understood that the battle ahead would be daunting, but it was one she was prepared to face. Freya had been thunder, silent and restrained, but now she was ready to roar, to reclaim her voice and her love, and to remind the world that she was still very much alive.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the next chapter, readers can expect to delve deeper into Freya’s tumultuous emotions as she navigates the treacherous waters of her past and present. With the weight of betrayal heavy on her shoulders, Freya will grapple with her feelings of anger and despair, but also the flicker of hope that ignites within her as she contemplates reclaiming her identity and her children. The stakes are high as she begins to form a plan, one that could shatter the fragile facade of her former life and expose the truth that lies beneath the surface. Will she muster the strength to confront Felix and Vanessa, or will the shadows of her past continue to haunt her?
As Freya begins to piece together her life and the love she once shared with her children, the tension will mount, leading to a pivotal moment that could change everything. The garden, once a symbol of her love and nurturing spirit, may become the battleground for her fight to reclaim her family. Expect unexpected alliances to form and secrets to unravel, as Freya’s journey unfolds in a whirlwind of emotions and revelations. With each passing moment, the storm within her will grow, and the question looms: will she emerge as the fierce thunder she once was, or will she remain the quiet whisper lost in the storm?
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.
