Sylvia's POV
"June 8th, 2025, caring for you during high fever, professional nursing services valued at six hundred dollars. November 23rd, urgent document deliveries for your pack, three round trips covering 12 kilometers, totaling three hundred dollars. From 2025 to 2027, providing cleaning services and nutritional meal preparation for your pack for three consecutive years, amounting to eighty-three thousand dollars..."
My face remained perfectly composed as I recited each item, though my mind flashed through the absurdity of those three wasted years.
I had sacrificed my time and heart for a man who wasn't worthy. I'd even learned to cook elaborate meals and prepare healing broths, delivering them without fail for three years straight. And now, here we were, settling accounts
