He Only Wanted Me as His Caretaker, I Build My Great Future

I received a documentary from eighteen years in the future after Leo was injured. Watching it, I saw myself giving up my career as a violinist to care for him for eighteen years.

For the forty-ninth time, until I was grey and old, asked for a marriage, Leo, lying on his sickbed, still refused to give me a status before passing away.

With no legal status, I could only watch his burial from afar. However, Riley, my best friend who had taken over my position as principal violinist years ago, led the funeral as his widow.