The Goddess of Aethelburg, untouchable and elegant, may have truly thrown him a lifeline in his darkest hour.
If they had kept seeing each other, maybe the peer pressure from their friends would have actually pushed them together.
But after meeting Maeve, he realized whatever he felt for Nancy wasn't love. It barely even counted as a fleeting crush.
He had just taken the immense gratitude of getting Lucifer back and projected it onto Nancy.
That gratitude gave her a halo in his eyes.
With that halo, she enjoyed privileges no one else did.
He went out with her.
He introduced her to his inner circle.
But without that halo, she was just another woman, invisible in a crowd.
"That's the whole story."
He laid everything completely bare.
He refused to let irrelevant people sow discord and ruin his relationship with his wife.
Maeve gave him an approving nod.
"I think I get the gist of it. You only paid attention to her in the first place because of Lucifer, right?"
He carefully chewed over her words.
He nodded, then shook his head, then quickly nodded again.
"Lucifer definitely played a part."
Worried that wasn't strong enough, he tacked on an addendum.
"Lucifer was the main reason."
The underlying message: I was never as obsessed with her as the rumors made it seem.
He had no idea why people exaggerated their brief history into some grand, tragic romance.
He hadn't bothered to publicly correct them simply because it was a waste of breath.
"What happens if the real owner of the fox avatar shows up at your door right now?" she asked suddenly.
He didn't hesitate for a second.
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