"Fifty thousand each time. When I get bored, you disappear." Julian hurled a thick stack of cash at Seraphina's face.   She bent down and picked up the bills one by one.   Without warning, he lunged forward and grabbed her throat like a wolf. "Seraphina, how can you be this cheap? You would do anything for money. A woman as vain and greedy as you deserves to die. You should have died at your purest, at eighteen."   In Julian's heart, Seraphina was the most contemptible woman in the world. She had left him for money. Then she had come back to him for money.   What he did not know was that seven years ago, she had traded her life for his. She had been gravely injured. She was dying. Every day he humiliated her, she silently counted how many days she had left.   ******   "Ms. Vale, are you certain you want to sign the posthumous organ donation agreement?" Seraphina looked at the diagnosis report in her hands and made her decision.   "Yes. I'm certain." The report clearly stated that a blood clot in her brain was compressing her optic nerve. Once it reached the brainstem, there would be no chance of survival. In other words, she had only one month left.   When she walked out of the hospital, her phone buzzed with a message. It was from Elara.   Elara: Sera, I accidentally stained Julian's trousers. He asked you to bring a clean pair.   A shy emoji followed the suggestive wording. This was not the first time Seraphina had received such a message.   She did not reply. She simply put her phone away with numb detachment. After only a few steps, her phone rang again.   This time it was Julian. "What are you doing? Didn't you see Elara's message?"   "I saw it."   "Go home, get a clean pair of trousers, and bring them to my office." Julian ended the call without waiting for a response.   Half an hour later, Seraphina arrived at Croft Holdings.   Julian was not in the CEO's office. His gray trousers were draped over the sofa. White stains marked the fabric in glaring contrast. The air carried an unmistakable scent of intimacy.   Seraphina felt as though something had struck her chest. She stiffly picked up the soiled trousers and placed them into a bag.   The office door opened. Elara walked in with a deliberate sway.   "Sera, you took long enough. You almost delayed Julian's meeting. Luckily I had his spare pair." She leaned close to Seraphina's ear, smiling sweetly.   "Do you know where that spare pair came from?" Elara's voice lowered. "It was the one he left at my place the night of your birthday."   Seraphina's face grew even paler.   Elara's smile widened.