We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm by Coren Elen Vey 28 Summary
In “We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm,” Leo escorts Freya home, expressing his admiration for her abilities and hoping for her swift recovery from blindness. Freya appreciates Leo’s sincerity, feeling a warmth in his belief in her potential, which contrasts with the overshadowing challenges she faces in her professional life. Their interaction highlights a bond built on respect and understanding, as Leo acknowledges Freya’s significant contributions to the Pearson Group, which have been overlooked by others.
As Freya returns home, she encounters Lucy, who has been eavesdropping on her conversation with Leo. Their playful yet tense exchange reveals Freya’s frustration with her current situation and her desire for respect, even in her blindness. The narrative shifts as Freya receives a call from Mia, who informs her about suspicious developments regarding drugs that were allegedly created by Vanessa, which Freya recognizes as her own stolen work. This revelation ignites a deep sense of betrayal and anger in Freya, particularly towards Felix, who had once stood by her but now appears complicit in undermining her achievements.
Freya’s emotions intensify as she grapples with feelings of helplessness and bitterness. The memories of her past with Felix and the sacrifices she made for her work flood her mind, leading to a moment of self-reflection and resolve. She realizes that she cannot allow herself to be sidelined any longer. The story captures her transformation as she prepares for an upcoming dinner at Pearson Garden, where she anticipates facing the very people who once made her feel inferior.
Despite her previous trepidation about returning to the Pearson family home, Freya now feels indifferent and empowered. The prospect of seeing her children becomes her primary motivation, overshadowing her concerns about the family dynamics that once troubled her. As she prepares for the evening, she chooses a dress that she had long avoided due to Felix’s opinions, symbolizing her reclamation of self and her determination to embrace her identity on her own terms. The chapter concludes with Freya’s resolve to confront her past and assert herself in a world that has often dismissed her.
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**We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm**
by Coren Elen Vey
On the far side of town, Leo had just seen Freya safely to her doorstep, the evening air heavy with the scent of impending rain.
“Thank you for the trouble, Assistant Leo,” Freya said softly, her voice tinged with gratitude.
“It’s no trouble at all, Madam,” Leo responded earnestly, his heart swelling with respect for her. “Madam, I truly hope for your eyesight to recover fully and swiftly.”
A faint smile flickered across Freya’s lips, a glimmer of warmth in her otherwise shadowed world. “Thank you.”
As Leo turned to leave, a nagging feeling tugged at his conscience, compelling him to look back. “Madam, I want you to know that most of the staff in the R&D department were only brought on board in recent years. They don’t yet know your true potential. Once they witness your skills firsthand, I am confident they will be more than eager to follow your lead.”
His words were not merely a token of appreciation for her past support; they stemmed from a deep-seated belief in her capabilities.
To those on the outside, it appeared as though Felix had single-handedly elevated Pearson Group’s market standing since taking on the role of general manager. But Leo understood the deeper truth: the groundwork had been meticulously laid by Freya herself.
Seven years prior, it was the groundbreaking drug she had pioneered that solidified Pearson Group’s foothold in the competitive pharmaceutical landscape. Their successful collaboration with Dominic Pharmaceuticals had propelled Pearson Group to the pinnacle of the industry.
And what she had accomplished extended far beyond mere success…
He had heard whispers of her brilliance long before their paths crossed. New York University’s once-in-a-century prodigy.
Initially, Leo had dismissed the title as hyperbole.
However, after working alongside her, he realized that such accolades were not only deserved but understated.
Freya sensed that Leo’s words were genuine; he was not simply engaging in polite small talk. He truly believed in her.
“Thank you, Assistant Leo,” she replied, her voice infused with sincerity.
Leo offered a slight bow, then abruptly remembered her blindness and awkwardly scratched the back of his head. “Madam, I’ll head back to the company now.”
“Alright,” she replied, her tone dismissive yet appreciative.
As she turned away, Freya caught sight of the front door slightly ajar. Behind it, Lucy’s head was peeking out, her phone poised to capture the moment as she snapped photos of Leo’s retreating figure.
It was evident that she had been eavesdropping on their conversation the entire time.
Feigning ignorance, Freya tapped her cane along the floor, pretending to navigate her surroundings, then deliberately swung it toward Lucy’s shin.
“Ow!” Lucy yelped, the sudden pain causing her to stumble back.
Freya feigned surprise. “Lucy? Why didn’t you say anything while standing behind me? Are you hurt?”
The cane had made solid contact, leaving Lucy gritting her teeth to suppress her discomfort. Admitting that she had been spying was not an option.
“It’s nothing, Madam. It doesn’t hurt at all,” she forced a smile, her voice strained. “I was just sweeping, and when I saw you through the window, I thought I’d come to open the door for you.”
Freya, with a hint of playful reprimand, replied, “Well, do be more cautious next time. I can’t see right now, and if you suddenly appear beside me without a sound, you might find yourself in the way of my cane again.”
Lucy managed another strained smile. “You’re absolutely right, Madam. I’ll be more careful in the future.”
Using her cane for support, Freya made her way into the living room and settled onto the sofa. “Please cut me some fruit,” she instructed, her tone firm yet calm.
Once Lucy had disappeared into the kitchen, the landline beside the sofa rang, its shrill tone cutting through the silence.
Freya picked it up, her curiosity piqued. “Who’s this?”
A familiar, excited voice crackled through the line, filled with urgency.
“Freya, it’s me!” Mia’s voice was low, as if she were hiding from someone. “I tried calling your old work number, but it’s been disconnected. So, I thought I’d try your home number instead, and wow, lucky me—it actually went through!”
Hearing Mia’s bright, energetic tone brought an involuntary smile to Freya’s face.
“That number’s been out of service for five years, so it’s no surprise it’s disconnected. What’s so urgent that you had to track me down?”
“Freya, the three drugs that Vanessa led the team to develop over the past five years—I kept a meticulous record of everything from project approval to market launch. I’ve sent it all to your email. You have to look at it! I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve seen them before!”
Freya sighed, a sense of helplessness washing over her. “Mia, did you forget something?”
It took Mia a moment to realize. “Ah, right! You still can’t see… How about you ask someone you trust to read it to you, or we could meet up, and I’ll explain everything in person?”
In the background, someone called her name.
“Freya, I’ll explain later. I have to go now.” With that, she hung up abruptly.
Freya wasted no time; she pulled out her phone and opened her email, quickly skimming through the files Mia had sent. With each line she read, her expression turned colder, more resolute.
The three drugs that Vanessa had supposedly “developed” were unmistakably stolen from her own research. Only the names had been altered.
All three targeted cardiovascular diseases, and she had laid the groundwork for them five years ago, planning to initiate full-scale development after production. But her life had taken a tragic turn when she fell into a coma following a harrowing childbirth…
How had Vanessa even accessed these files?
Those confidential projects had been securely stored on her work computer, locked and encrypted. Only two individuals were privy to the password—herself and… Felix.
Her phone slipped from her grasp, landing softly on the sofa.
Freya shut her eyes, a wave of bitterness crashing over her like a bitter tide. It felt as if she had swallowed the most acrid medicine, leaving a sour taste in her mouth.
No one understood better than Felix how much of herself she had invested in her work. Each project had been her lifeblood, a piece of her soul.
And yet, to legitimize his first love’s rise, he had dismantled her efforts, allowing Vanessa to trample over her achievements.
She recalled the earlier encounter in the R&D department, where Felix had stood protectively beside Vanessa, disappointment etched across his face as he urged Freya to apologize.
The mere thought of it made her stomach churn with anger.
“Felix…” she whispered, clenching her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms, drawing blood. “You truly are a complete bastard.”
Just then, Lucy emerged from the kitchen, a plate of fruit in hand. Freya quickly concealed her phone, tapping her cane as she prepared to head upstairs.
“Madam, you’re not going to have any of the fruit?” Lucy asked, her voice laced with concern.
Freya glanced at the plate, noting that the dragon fruit was so overripe it had become translucent; the other fruits were on the verge of rotting.
“I’ve lost my appetite. You can have it,” she replied curtly, making her way upstairs.
Lucy instinctively stepped back, wary of the cane as Freya passed.
As Freya walked by the kitchen, she spotted a large plate of fresh fruit clearly set aside for Lucy herself.
Her decision solidified: Lucy had to go.
It wasn’t merely about the fruit.
If Lucy dared to present her with spoiled fruit now that she was blind, then, away from Felix’s watchful eye, she could just as easily mistreat Etty and Emmy.
Back in her room, Freya resumed her acupuncture treatment on her leg, moving around with newfound agility—her leg had fully recovered.
Moments later, Lucy knocked and entered, her demeanor slightly anxious.
“Madam, Mr. Pearson just called. He asked you to prepare yourself—tonight, you’ll be dining at Pearson Garden with the elders. There’s also an important guest.”
Pearson Garden was the ancestral home of the Pearson family.
Felix’s parents, grandmother, and his unmarried younger sister, Chelsea, all resided there.
In the past, Freya had dreaded returning to that place with him. Aside from the elderly matriarch, none of them had ever truly accepted her. They didn’t insult her openly; their politeness was laced with a chilling distance.
Every glance they cast her way seemed to carry an air of condescension, as if they could strip her of her dignity with a mere look.
She had walked on eggshells in their presence, terrified of uttering a single misstep.
But now? She felt utterly indifferent.
As for the “important guest”? She couldn’t muster the curiosity to inquire further.
Only two individuals mattered to her—her children.
“Will Etty and Emmy be there?” she asked, her voice steady.
“Yes, Madam. Sir mentioned he would pick them up after work and head straight to the Pearson house. He’s arranged for a driver to collect you.”
“I understand.”
If her children would be present, she would go—anywhere, as long as they were with her.
She instructed Lucy to prepare a bath for her.
“Which dress will you wear, Madam? Should I call a makeup artist for you?”
“No need for that. Just bring me the sea green dress with the embroidered butterfly on the shoulder—it’s in my wardrobe.”
Lucy fetched the dress and laid it out on the bed, muttering under her breath, “This one seems a bit plain, doesn’t it?”
Freya chose to ignore her comment.
Felix had once remarked the same thing. She had loved that dress, but because he didn’t, she had never worn it—never once.
But now? She couldn’t care less about his preferences.
Conclusion
As Freya prepared for the evening ahead, a profound transformation began to unfurl within her. The weight of betrayal hung heavily in the air, yet it was countered by a burgeoning sense of self-empowerment. No longer shackled by the expectations of those around her, she embraced her autonomy, determined to reclaim her narrative. The bitterness she felt towards Felix and Vanessa was a catalyst, igniting a fire within her that had long been dormant. The darkness of her blindness had not dulled her spirit; instead, it had sharpened her resolve. Freya was no longer the woman who would cower in the shadows of others’ achievements; she was ready to step into the light, to confront the injustices that had been inflicted upon her, and to take her rightful place in the world she had helped to build.
As she donned the sea green dress, a symbol of her past choices and the constraints she had allowed to bind her, Freya looked at herself with new eyes—eyes that saw beyond appearances and into the depths of her own potential. The evening promised challenges, but it also offered a chance for her to assert herself, to be a mother first and foremost, and to stand tall in the face of those who had underestimated her. With each step she took towards the door, she felt the thunder of her own heartbeat echoing in her chest, a reminder that she was not merely a victim of circumstance but a force to be reckoned with. Freya was ready to reclaim her story, to rise from the storm that had threatened to engulf her, and to prove that she was, indeed, the architect of her own destiny.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the upcoming chapter, readers can expect the tension to escalate as Freya prepares for her dinner at Pearson Garden. With the backdrop of her newfound resolve and simmering anger towards Felix, the atmosphere will be charged with anticipation. As she dons the sea green dress, a symbol of her reclaiming her identity, the stakes will rise—not just for her personal dignity but for the very future of her work and legacy. Freya’s encounter with Felix’s family promises to be fraught with unspoken tensions and hidden agendas, as she navigates the complex dynamics that have long haunted her.
Moreover, the mystery surrounding the “important guest” will loom large, leaving readers guessing about their identity and potential impact on Freya’s life. Will this guest be an ally in her fight against Vanessa’s betrayal, or will they further entangle her in the web of deceit that Felix has spun? As Freya steps into the lion’s den of her past, the chapter will delve into her psyche, revealing her inner strength as she confronts not only her adversaries but also the remnants of her own vulnerabilities. Expect a potent mix of drama, revelation, and the stirring of old wounds, all while Freya inches closer to reclaiming what is rightfully hers.
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