We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm by Coren Elen Vey 13 Summary
In “We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm,” Sinclair emerges from the elite Elysium Private Club, exuding confidence and an air of nonchalance. His loyal aide, Miles, eagerly awaits his return, quickly recognizing that Sinclair’s latest negotiations have been a success. Sinclair reveals that he has secured a significant stake in Dominic Pharmaceutical, a move that will alter the company’s future. The exchange between the two men is filled with excitement, but there is an underlying tension as Sinclair’s motivations for entering the pharmaceutical sector remain unclear.
As Sinclair prepares to visit a woman at a hospital, Miles notices a shift in his demeanor. Sinclair, who has consistently maintained a low profile during his visits home, announces that he will no longer be making that pilgrimage. This unexpected decision hints at deeper emotions and unresolved connections in Sinclair’s past. Meanwhile, Freya, the woman Sinclair visits, is depicted in a contrasting light, struggling with her feelings towards her husband, Felix. The tension in her home is palpable as she grapples with her husband’s infidelity, feeling betrayed and angry.
Freya’s emotions fluctuate between longing and bitterness as she uncovers evidence of Felix’s disloyalty through his phone. A moment of hope arises when she sees a message from Vanessa, revealing a celebration that Felix attended with their children, which Freya had longed for but was denied. This discovery ignites a cold determination within her as she gathers proof of Felix’s betrayal. The narrative captures Freya’s internal struggle, showcasing her vulnerability and the stark contrast between her past happiness and present despair.
As the story unfolds, the connections between Sinclair and Freya become more complex, suggesting a shared history that is yet to be fully revealed. Sinclair’s decision to stay in A City and Freya’s resolve to confront her husband’s deceit set the stage for an impending confrontation. The emotional landscape is rich with themes of betrayal, longing, and the quest for agency, leaving readers eager to see how these intertwined lives will evolve in the face of their respective storms.
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**We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm by Coren Elen Vey**
On the far side of the night, neon lights flickered with a vibrant intensity, illuminating the streets like a beacon of indulgence.
Elysium Private Club—renowned as the most elite establishment in A City, where secrets were whispered and fortunes were forged.
Sinclair emerged from its depths, one hand casually tucked into his pocket while the other swung a file envelope with a nonchalant ease.
His black shirt, with its collar slightly askew, projected an aura of relaxed confidence, a devil-may-care attitude that seemed to defy the world’s expectations.
Miles, ever the loyal aide, awaited him by the sleek black car, stepping forward with purpose as Sinclair approached.
“President Cedric,” he greeted, his voice steady yet filled with a palpable excitement.
Having shadowed Sinclair for seven long years, Miles could read the man like an open book. One glance at Sinclair’s expression told him all he needed to know: tonight’s negotiations had been a resounding success.
With a flick of his wrist, Sinclair tossed the envelope towards Miles.
Inside lay a treasure trove—twenty-five percent of the shares of Dominic Pharmaceutical, a prize that would change the landscape of the company.
“From this day forth, Dominic Pharmaceutical shall bear the Cedric name,” he declared, a crooked smile playing on his lips. His voice, as languid as ever, could not entirely conceal the arrogance that coursed through him like a current.
Miles chuckled, a sound of genuine amusement bubbling forth.
“When Young Master Cedric hears this news tomorrow, he might very well choke on his morning coffee. He’s been coveting Dominic Pharmaceutical for months, and yet here you are, President Cedric, swooping in like a hawk. But tell me, why this sudden interest in the domestic pharmaceutical sector? You’ve always kept your distance.”
Sinclair’s gaze turned cool, a glint of something fierce lurking beneath the surface.
A wave of unease washed over Miles, sending a shiver down his spine. He instinctively lowered his head, acknowledging the unspoken tension in the air.
“Forgive me, President Cedric. I spoke out of turn,” he murmured, hastily quickening his pace to open the rear door for him.
As Sinclair slid into the plush interior, Miles remembered something crucial.
“President Cedric, the arrangements at the hospital are finalized. Surveillance has been disabled, and the elevator on Miss Hill’s floor is out of service. You can go straight up without interruption.”
Sinclair had spent the past few years abroad, maintaining a low profile during his brief returns, never lingering longer than necessary.
Yet one ritual remained unchanged: each time he returned to A City, he made a pilgrimage to a hospital, to visit a woman.
More accurately, to visit a shell of a woman.
Once, curiosity had nudged Miles to inquire, “President Cedric, who exactly is this Miss Hill?”
Sinclair had been engrossed in paperwork, his eyes never lifting from the pages. His response had drifted out casually, “An idiot.”
Miles had felt a burning question bubble within him: if she’s such an idiot, why do you travel across the globe to see her every year?
But he had kept his silence, respecting the boundaries of their professional relationship.
Today, however, Sinclair broke from his usual pattern.
“No need to go anymore,” he stated, surprising Miles, who chose not to pry further.
“Yes, of course. Sit tight; I’ll take you straight to the hotel,” Miles replied, adjusting his demeanor to match the shift in atmosphere.
Sinclair remained silent, sinking into the back seat, his eyes fluttering shut. Weariness softened the sharp contours of his face, revealing a vulnerability that was rarely seen.
As the car glided forward, the streetlamps cast fleeting shadows through the partially lowered window, dancing across his chiseled features like fleeting memories of a lost past.
“Miles,” he suddenly broke the silence, his voice low and deliberate, “have someone tidy up Sycamore Court. I’ll be moving in tomorrow night.”
A spark of excitement ignited in Miles’s eyes.
“President Cedric, you’ve finally decided to stay!” he exclaimed, his enthusiasm barely contained.
Sinclair’s gaze drifted out the window, lost in thought.
The dim amber glow of the streetlamps mirrored the sunset he had witnessed at the airport seven years ago.
Freya… seven years had passed since that moment.
Meanwhile, Freya lay in her bed, straining to hear the sound of Felix’s footsteps approaching.
“Why aren’t you asleep yet?” he asked, walking to her side and gently brushing his fingers against her cheek.
She caught sight of the bright lipstick smudge on his collar and the lingering scent of Vanessa’s perfume that clung to him. A wave of nausea threatened to rise, but she fought it down with sheer willpower.
Suppressing her disgust, Freya reached out, tugging gently at the hem of Felix’s shirt.
“I’m a bit hungry, Felix. Could you whip me up some noodles?” she asked, her voice soft and pleading.
Felix glanced down at her hand gripping his shirt, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. Memories of her doing this in the past flooded back to him, and for a moment, he was genuinely flustered.
“Okay,” he replied, his tone shifting to one of reluctant compliance.
Freya’s face lit up with a radiant smile, her eyes sparkling with a blissful, shy happiness that seemed to momentarily erase the tension between them.
But as soon as he stepped out of the room, her expression darkened, transforming into something cold and calculating.
Without wasting a moment, she snatched Felix’s phone—the device he had carelessly abandoned on the bedside table.
She recalled his old password: the date he had joined Pearson Group’s board.
Incorrect.
Had he changed it?
Frowning, she tried entering their children’s birthdates.
Also wrong.
Just then, a WhatsApp notification chimed in, drawing her attention.
Vanessa: [President Pearson, tonight was the happiest birthday I’ve ever had. Thank you for bringing the two darlings to celebrate with me.] Followed by a heart emoji.
So that was why Vanessa and the children had been downstairs earlier.
Before coming to the hospital, he had taken their children to celebrate Vanessa’s birthday.
What she had longed for, another woman had received without a second thought.
Her gaze returned to the lock screen, and a thought ignited within her.
Could it be…?
She typed in Vanessa’s birthday.
The screen unlocked instantly!
Freya froze, then let out a cold snort.
How ‘devoted’ of him!
Opening the chat with Vanessa, she discovered a fresh collection of photos.
They were from tonight’s dinner.
In every image, Vanessa’s smile radiated brightly, adorned with a birthday crown, holding Emmy and Etty in her arms, gazing sweetly at the camera. Felix stood behind her, a shadow of a man in a picture-perfect “family of four.”
A perfectly matched pair of… scum.
Scrolling further yielded nothing else—
he was meticulous, leaving no trace of his infidelities. The earlier messages had been meticulously scrubbed clean.
Determined, she forwarded the birthday photos to herself, recognizing that Vanessa had unwittingly handed her the evidence she needed.
Deleting all traces of her intrusion, she marked the messages as unread and carefully placed the phone back where it belonged.
Her gaze fell upon the wedding photo shrouded in cloth in the corner of the room, and a cold smile crept across Freya’s lips.
“Felix, this little charade of devoted love will come to an end soon enough.”
Conclusion
In the unfolding drama of Sinclair and Freya, the weight of unspoken truths and concealed desires hangs heavily in the air. Sinclair’s decision to finally settle in A City signals a pivotal shift, not just in his professional ambitions but also in his personal life, where the specter of a woman he has long cared for looms large. Meanwhile, Freya’s quiet yet fierce determination to reclaim her narrative amidst betrayal reveals a woman who is no longer willing to play the role of the passive victim. The juxtaposition of Sinclair’s quiet vulnerability with Freya’s steely resolve creates a poignant tension, suggesting that both characters are on the precipice of transformation, driven by the storms of their pasts and the choices they are yet to make.
As the neon lights of A City flicker like the remnants of their shared history, the stage is set for a confrontation that promises to unravel the façades they have both constructed. Sinclair’s return, marked by an unexpected vulnerability, and Freya’s calculated maneuvers signal a reckoning that neither can escape. The emotional arc of this chapter culminates in a powerful realization: love, once a source of solace, can morph into a catalyst for conflict when intertwined with ambition and betrayal. With the echoes of thunder rumbling in the distance, both Sinclair and Freya must confront their truths, setting the stage for an inevitable clash that will redefine their lives.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the next chapter, readers can expect the tension to escalate as Sinclair’s intentions become clearer. With his decision to move back into Sycamore Court, the air thickens with anticipation of what this means for both his past and present. Will he confront the ghosts that linger in the corners of his life, particularly the enigmatic Freya? As he reestablishes himself in A City, the stakes will rise, and secrets long buried may finally see the light of day. Sinclair’s calculated demeanor will be tested, and the reader will be left wondering if he can maintain his facade or if the weight of his choices will crush him.
Meanwhile, Freya’s discovery of Felix’s betrayal sets the stage for a thrilling confrontation. Armed with evidence of his infidelity, her plans will unfold with a chilling precision. As she navigates the complexities of her emotions, the reader will be drawn into her internal struggle between love and vengeance. Will she confront Felix directly, or will she play a more subtle game of revenge? The chapter promises to delve into the intricacies of their relationship, revealing the depths of betrayal and the lengths one will go to reclaim their power. As the storm brews, both Sinclair and Freya are poised on the edge of a precipice, and the impending clash will leave readers breathless with anticipation.
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.
