We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm by Coren Elen Vey 18 Summary
Freya vividly remembers the day of Felix’s birthday, a significant moment early in their relationship filled with hope and excitement. She had eagerly anticipated a special dinner they had planned, dedicating hours to prepare herself, envisioning a night of laughter and romance. However, her dreams were shattered when she discovered that Felix had chosen to celebrate with another woman, Vanessa, instead. This betrayal left her feeling nauseous and heartbroken, as she realized that not only had he cheated on her, but his friends were complicit in the deceit, viewing her as a foolish outsider.
As Freya grapples with her emotions, her friend Belle offers her support, sensing her distress. Despite her friend’s concern, Freya forces a smile and insists she is fine, hiding the turmoil within her. When Belle is suddenly called away due to paparazzi threats, Freya selflessly encourages her friend to leave, prioritizing Belle’s safety over her own pain. Alone in the silence, she steels herself with her cane, preparing to face the world and the heartache that looms over her.
The situation escalates when Freya unexpectedly hears her daughter Emmy’s voice, calling another woman “Mommy.” This moment shatters her heart, as she realizes that Felix has not only betrayed her but has allowed another woman to step into a maternal role for their daughter. The sight of Emmy with Vanessa, who is seemingly embraced by Felix and their friends, deepens Freya’s anguish. She feels invisible and powerless, watching her family being usurped right in front of her.
As Freya observes the interactions in the private room where Felix and Vanessa are, she is confronted with the reality of her situation. The familiarity and warmth between Felix and Vanessa, coupled with Emmy’s affection for her new “Mommy,” intensify her pain. Freya reflects on the years of her life spent in a hospital bed, during which Vanessa had seamlessly integrated herself into their lives, effectively replacing Freya in her daughter’s eyes. The realization that Felix has allowed this to happen hits her hard, marking a turning point in her understanding of their relationship and the depth of his betrayal.
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**We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm**
Freya could recall that day with startling clarity. It was Felix’s birthday, a momentous occasion that marked the early days of their relationship, a time when everything felt fresh and full of promise. He had made a heartfelt promise to share a special dinner with her, igniting a spark of excitement within her chest.
So, she dedicated three painstaking hours to preparing herself, each minute stretching like an eternity. She meticulously chose her outfit, styled her hair, and applied her makeup, all the while her heart raced with anticipation. She envisioned their evening together—laughter, intimate glances, and perhaps even a toast to their budding romance—while she waited at the restaurant, the ambiance buzzing with joy around her.
But the cruel reality that night was far from her dreams. Felix, the man she adored, had chosen to spend that precious time with Vanessa instead.
Freya felt a wave of nausea wash over her as she stared at the photos on her phone, each image a painful reminder of the betrayal. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing the hurt to dissipate. Even the simple act of breathing became a struggle, each inhale laced with sorrow.
It was painfully evident that all of Felix’s friends were in on the secret. In their eyes, she was nothing more than a pitiful, laughable fool—a mere shadow in the light of Felix’s infidelity. A cold grip of despair tightened around her heart as she realized the truth: during her pregnancy, he had already been unfaithful.
How could he betray her like this? The thought of it ignited a furious storm within her.
Belle, her steadfast friend, noticed the tremors that coursed through Freya’s body and instinctively pulled her into a warm embrace. “Freya…” she murmured, concern lacing her voice.
Freya fought against the emotional tide threatening to pull her under, forcing a faint smile onto her lips, though it felt fragile and insincere. “I’m fine,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, as she battled the turmoil inside.
Before Belle could press her further, a sharp knock on the door interrupted them, accompanied by her assistant’s urgent voice. “Belle, we have to go! The paparazzi have tracked your location, and several sasaengs are waiting downstairs! The company’s car is here.”
Seeing the urgency in Belle’s eyes, Freya urged her to leave first, knowing that her friend’s safety came before her own turmoil. After a brief, heartfelt goodbye, Freya was left alone, the silence enveloping her like a heavy blanket. She took a moment to gather herself, donning her sunglasses and hat once more, and grasped her white cane firmly before stepping outside.
Belle was a public figure—Freya couldn’t allow her to take unnecessary risks for her sake. These were her battles to fight, and she would face them alone.
Just as she rounded the corner of the corridor, a light, innocent voice pierced through her thoughts. “Mommy Vanessa, look! I brought this little red flower from kindergarten today. The teacher said I can give it to my favorite person.”
Freya’s heart plummeted, her pupils dilating in shock. That voice… it was Emmy’s!
But how could Emmy be here? Felix had assured her over the phone that both children would be at piano lessons after school!
Before she could process the situation, Vanessa’s gentle, melodious voice chimed in, “And who does Emmy want to give it to?”
“Of course to Mommy Vanessa! I brought it just for you. Besides my brother and Daddy, you’re my favorite!”
The word “Mommy” sliced through her like a knife, leaving her breathless.
“And Mommy Vanessa likes Emmy best, too. I’ll cherish this flower forever,” Vanessa cooed, her tone dripping with affection. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s head back. Daddy and the others are waiting for us in the private room.”
“Daddy.” The word rolled off Vanessa’s tongue with such warmth and familiarity, painting a picture of a perfect little family that felt like a cruel mockery to Freya.
As the sound of high heels approached, Freya instinctively slipped into the fire escape beside her, desperate to remain unseen.
Through a narrow crack in the door, she watched Vanessa stroll past, hand-in-hand with her daughter. Emmy, adorned in a frilly princess dress, skipped along, her eyes sparkling with adoration as she gazed up at Vanessa.
Freya’s eyes burned with unshed tears, her heart aching at the sight of her precious daughter—the one she had fought tooth and nail to protect—now calling another woman “Mommy.”
Driven by an inexplicable force, Freya followed them, her heart racing with dread.
Vanessa pushed open the door to a private room, and the sound of laughter and chatter spilled out, familiar voices mingling in the air.
“Mrs. Pearson is here!” Jared’s voice rang out, Felix’s old roommate and long-time friend.
From the very beginning of her relationship with Felix, Jared had harbored disdain for her, maintaining a cold distance that felt like contempt. Even after she had married into the Pearson family, he had never addressed her as anything other than “Miss Hill.”
Felix had often dismissed Jared’s behavior, insisting that he was just a spoiled rich kid, and that she shouldn’t take it to heart.
But now, Freya realized the truth: Jared had always known about Vanessa. To him, the real “Mrs. Pearson” had always been Vanessa.
As Freya watched, the man seated beside Felix immediately stood up, offering his seat to Vanessa, who glided into it with practiced grace.
Emmy giggled, taking her father’s large hand and placing it into Vanessa’s. “Daddy, your hand is so warm! And Mommy Vanessa’s hand is cold. Warm it up for her!”
The sight struck Freya like a physical blow—tightening her chest, stealing her breath, and flooding her with pure agony.
In the five long years she had lay in that hospital bed, Vanessa had effortlessly waltzed into her life, twisting Emmy’s heart until she believed another woman was her true mother.
And Felix, her once-beloved husband, sat there, complacently allowing it all to unfold.
No… this was precisely what Felix had wanted.
Conclusion
In the aftermath of that harrowing revelation, Freya stood at the precipice of her own heartache, the weight of betrayal pressing down upon her like an unyielding storm. The laughter and warmth that radiated from the private room felt like a distant echo, a mocking reminder of the love she had cherished and the family she had fought to build. As she watched Felix and Vanessa bask in the glow of their fabricated happiness, a fierce resolve began to ignite within her. This was not the end of her story; it was merely the beginning of a new chapter, one where she would reclaim her identity and redefine her future. The tears that threatened to spill were not just tears of sorrow, but also a testament to her strength—a strength that would guide her through the darkness and lead her toward the light.
Freya knew that she could no longer allow herself to be a mere shadow in someone else’s narrative. The love she once felt for Felix had been tainted, twisted into something unrecognizable, and it was time to embrace the truth of her own worth. With every step she took away from the facade of their past, she felt a flicker of hope igniting within her—a promise to herself that she would rise from the ashes of this betrayal. No longer would she be defined by her pain; instead, she would forge a path that honored her resilience and the unconditional love she held for her daughter. As the storm raged on outside, Freya embraced the thunder within her, ready to become the force of nature she was always meant to be.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the next chapter of *We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm*, readers can expect Freya to confront the painful reality of her shattered dreams head-on. With the revelation of Vanessa’s presence and her daughter Emmy’s innocent affection for another woman, Freya’s emotional turmoil is set to reach a boiling point. Will she confront Felix and Vanessa, risking everything to reclaim her role as Emmy’s mother? Or will she retreat further into her pain, allowing the storm of betrayal to consume her? The choices she makes in this pivotal moment could alter the course of her life forever.
As Freya grapples with her feelings of betrayal and the loss of her family, the chapter promises to delve deeper into her psyche. Readers will witness her inner conflict as she weighs the desire for revenge against the need to protect her daughter. With the looming presence of paparazzi and the harsh scrutiny of public life, Freya’s struggle becomes not only a personal battle but also a fight for her identity in a world that seems to have moved on without her. The stakes are higher than ever, and the anticipation of Freya’s next move will leave readers on the edge of their seats, eager to discover whether she will rise from the ashes of her heartbreak or succumb to the shadows of despair.
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.
