We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm by Coren Elen Vey 17 Summary
In Chapter 17 of “We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm,” Freya seizes a rare opportunity to meet her friend Belle while Felix is out for the night. As she prepares for their meeting, an unexpected commotion outside her home captures her attention. She witnesses a team of gardeners uprooting the tulips in her garden to make way for vibrant yellow roses. This chaotic transformation fills Freya with a sense of satisfaction, as it symbolizes her desire for change in her life.
As the evening unfolds, Freya meets Belle at the Platinum Society restaurant, where their reunion is filled with warmth and concern. Belle’s affectionate embrace and her remarks about Freya’s thinness highlight the emotional bond they share, but also the toll that Felix’s control has taken on Freya. Despite the underlying tension, Belle’s determination to support Freya shines through as they discuss plans for Freya’s future, including the need for a divorce from Felix.
During their dinner, Belle presents Freya with shocking information about Felix’s past relationship with Vanessa. Freya’s emotions shift from nostalgia to anger as she discovers Vanessa’s secret social media account, revealing images that expose Felix’s betrayal. The photos, particularly one from the day Freya faced complications during childbirth, ignite a fierce determination in Freya to reclaim her life and fight for custody of her children.
The chapter culminates in a blend of emotions—anger, betrayal, and a flicker of hope—as Freya resolves to take control of her situation. Despite the painful memories associated with Felix, she recognizes her strength and the unwavering support of Belle. Their shared laughter amid the tension signifies a turning point for Freya, as she begins to envision a future free from Felix’s grasp.
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**We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm by Coren Elen Vey**
**Chapter 17**
With Felix out of the house for the night, Freya seized the opportunity to meet Belle face-to-face.
Freya quickly typed a message to Belle: *Platinum Society tonight. Usual spot.*
Not long after she sent the text, a sudden uproar erupted from downstairs, pulling her attention away from her phone.
Curiosity piqued, Freya approached the window and was met with an astonishing sight: two enormous trucks had parked on the front lawn, each vehicle overflowing with vibrant yellow roses, their roots still clinging to clumps of dark, rich soil.
She watched in disbelief as seven or eight gardeners, equipped with shovels and an air of determination, leaped from the trucks and immediately set to work, uprooting every last tulip in the yard without so much as a word exchanged among them.
Freya leaned against the window frame, her heart racing as she observed the chaos unfolding below. The garden, once a colorful tapestry of tulips, was being mercilessly dismantled.
Before she knew it, not a single tulip remained in sight, the ground now barren and stripped of its former beauty.
A wave of satisfaction washed over Freya, the corners of her lips curling into a genuine smile for the first time since she had woken up that morning.
As the clock struck six in the evening, Belle’s driver arrived, ready to whisk her away.
Lucy, the ever-dutiful assistant, helped Freya into the car, but as the vehicle began to roll away, Freya caught a glimpse of Lucy through the rearview mirror, pulling out her phone to snap a picture of the license plate—clearly intending to report back to Felix.
But Freya felt no concern; she was unfazed by Lucy’s actions.
Felix was well acquainted with Belle’s car, and he was all too aware of Belle’s low opinion of him.
Half an hour later, the car glided into the parking lot of Platinum Society.
Maintaining her carefully crafted facade, Freya donned her sunglasses, took out a white cane, and continued her charade as a blind woman as she made her way into the restaurant.
As soon as she entered, a server approached her with a welcoming smile.
“Are you Miss Freya? Miss Gale is already waiting for you in a private room on the fourth floor. Would you like me to escort you?”
Freya shook her head gently. “No need. Just take me to the elevator, please.”
Following the server’s lead, she soon reached the elevator doors.
When they slid open, she stepped inside and pressed the button for the fourth floor. The heavy doors began their slow descent into closure.
By instinct, she glanced outside just as a group of imposing bodyguards in sleek black suits entered the lobby. They formed two neat lines, effectively obscuring the view of the man who walked between them.
With a slight adjustment, Freya lowered her sunglasses just enough to peer through the narrow gap between the guards, catching a glimpse of the man’s profile. He wore a dark suit that radiated authority, his presence a palpable shadow. The only detail she could see clearly was his hand:
Long, slender fingers, with joints that were elegantly defined and lines that seemed to tell a story of their own. His skin was pale, the veins faintly visible across the back of his hand—sensual in a way that stirred something deep within her, something she couldn’t quite articulate.
Just as she was about to get a clearer view of his face, the elevator doors shut completely, sealing her curiosity away.
Inside the elevator, Sinclair stepped in and paused, his gaze drawn to the elevator bank—where the doors had just slid shut, taking Freya up.
His eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of intrigue dancing within their depths.
At that moment, the manager of Platinum Society hurried over, bowing slightly, his demeanor respectful and attentive.
“Good evening, Mr. Cedric. Your private lift is this way.”
Sinclair shifted his gaze away and made his way toward the other side, where a discreetly luxurious elevator awaited him.
On the fourth floor, Freya pushed the door open and was immediately enveloped by Belle, who rushed forward and enveloped her in a fierce embrace.
“Oh my God, how did you get so thin?” Belle exclaimed, cupping Freya’s face in her hands, concern etched across her features. “It’s all that bastard Felix’s fault!”
As Freya gazed into Belle’s bright, familiar eyes, her throat tightened, a wave of emotion crashing over her.
“Belle, I’ve missed you so much,” she replied, her voice thick with unshed tears.
Belle hugged her again, her hand gently patting Freya’s back. She could feel the sharp angles of Freya’s bones beneath the delicate layer of skin.
“Alright, let’s eat first! We can talk while we eat,” Belle declared, her tone shifting to one of cheerful determination.
As Freya took in the spread of her favorite dishes, warmth bloomed in her chest, her nose tingling with the delicious aromas filling the air.
“Thank you, Belle,” she said, her voice soft.
“No thank-yous between us,” Belle replied, playfully pinching her cheek. “Eat more, regain your strength, and then let’s get you divorced from that scumbag! I won Best Actress last year—keeping my best friend comfortable won’t be a problem!”
Freya laughed, a genuine smile breaking through her earlier tension. Belle’s success in winning Best Actress had always been a dream she had fervently chased.
Yet, despite the laughter, Freya could see the worry etched on Belle’s face, a reflection of the pain that lingered in her heart for her friend.
“Freya, if you hadn’t stayed with Felix all those years ago—”
“Belle,” Freya interrupted gently, her tone firm but kind. “The past is the past. Regret changes nothing. But I still hold the reins to my own life. I can change course whenever I choose. I will divorce Felix—just not yet. I have to prepare for custody of our two children, and I might need your help.”
The Pearson family was well-established in New York, and Felix’s public image was pristine. Securing custody of the children would be no easy feat.
“You know I’ll always be on your side,” Belle affirmed, her grip tightening around Freya’s hand, a promise of unwavering support.
After a moment, Belle hesitated before sliding her phone across the table toward Freya.
“Treya, I dug up Vanessa’s secret social media account. Have a look.”
Curiosity piqued, Freya picked up the phone.
The account name read *Felix Doesn’t Know*.
The profile picture was a blurry silhouette of a man’s back, but Freya recognized it instantly—it was Felix.
She had chased after him since she was twelve; that view was one she had seen countless times.
The most recent post from Vanessa’s account was dated five years ago, on the very day Freya had faced complications during childbirth and slipped into a coma.
The photo displayed Vanessa, her face alight with joy as she cradled two newborns in her arms.
Those had to be Etty and Emmy.
A hot rush of fury surged through Freya, clouding her vision momentarily. She forced herself to keep scrolling, each image piercing deeper into her heart.
In one college photo, Felix was fastening a diamond bracelet around Vanessa’s wrist—the very gift he had promised to give Freya on their wedding anniversary. The caption read: “No matter how hard things get, you always make my heart race.”
Belle’s anger boiled over. “That shameless bitch! She’s been pursuing Felix on purpose from the start. I knew there was something off about them.”
Freya’s lips curled into a cold smile, a sense of satisfaction mingling with her anger.
“Felix gave her the opening, too.”
In the latest photo she found, Vanessa was leaning against Felix’s shoulder, capturing a selfie. He looked half-awake, his eyes hazy, but the gaze he directed at her was one of indulgence.
The caption read: *Someone came all the way to the hospital on his birthday to take care of me and brought me a scarf. Thank you~*
The timestamp struck her like a physical blow. It was her birthday.
And the scarf? Freya had spent an entire night knitting it for Felix with her own hands.
Conclusion
In this chapter, Freya’s emotional journey reaches a pivotal moment of awakening and empowerment. As she witnesses the destruction of her tulip garden, a metaphor for her own suppressed identity, she feels a surge of satisfaction, symbolizing her readiness to reclaim control over her life. The arrival of Belle, with her unwavering support and fierce determination, serves as a catalyst for Freya’s transformation. The warmth of their friendship rekindles a sense of hope within Freya, reminding her that she is not alone in her struggles. The laughter they share over a meal, despite the underlying tension, reinforces the bond they have forged through adversity, giving Freya the strength to confront her past and the challenges ahead.
However, the discovery of Vanessa’s social media account shatters the fragile peace Freya has begun to cultivate. The images reveal painful truths about Felix’s betrayal, igniting a fierce resolve within her. The juxtaposition of her past struggles with Felix against the stark reality of his infidelity propels Freya into a state of righteous anger. Yet, instead of succumbing to despair, she embraces this fury as a source of empowerment, vowing to take action for her children and herself. The chapter concludes with Freya standing at the precipice of change, ready to navigate the storm of her life with Belle by her side, symbolizing a renewed sense of agency and the promise of liberation from her past.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the next chapter, readers can expect the tension to escalate as Freya grapples with the shocking revelations about Felix and Vanessa’s betrayal. With the emotional weight of the images still fresh in her mind, Freya will find herself at a crossroads between her past and her future. The protective embrace of Belle will offer her a moment of solace, but as the reality of her situation sinks in, Freya’s resolve to reclaim her life will be tested. Will she confront Felix directly, or will she strategize her next move with Belle’s unwavering support? The stakes are higher than ever as the implications of her decisions could affect not just her own happiness but also the well-being of her children.
Moreover, the chapter promises to delve deeper into the enigmatic figure of Sinclair, the man shadowed by bodyguards, whose presence in the Platinum Society hints at a connection that could either complicate or aid Freya’s journey. What secrets does he hold? As Freya navigates the emotional turmoil of her past, the unexpected arrival of Sinclair may ignite a new spark of intrigue and possibility. Will he become an ally in her quest for autonomy, or will his intentions remain shrouded in mystery? With the backdrop of betrayal and the promise of new beginnings, readers will be left on the edge of their seats, eager to see how Freya’s story unfolds amidst the chaos of love, loss, and the pursuit of freedom.
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