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"When he can't recognize me anymore, that means I have to let him go, even though I am still loving him. What use of it when I was his beloved when he doesn't know who I am." - FL 

Friya Lee, a director on a morning radio show on TSV Studios, had been living under the same roof with her longtime boyfriend, Sean Gonzales, a screenwriter for production dramas at the same studios. They had been together for 10 years and Friya's family expected them to plan their marriage as soon as possible. Sean's family is still in doubt about Friya's identity. His parents have not yet approved that their relationship with each other, even after all those years. They are happy together, expected to be a husband and a wife soon, until one day, Friya discovered something about Sean's secrets. 

Friya left him abandoned in their own house with no thoughts after she discovered Sean was cheating behind her back for the very first time they had been together. Friya was roaming around the capital of Manila, but little did she know, Sean's hit by a car through the pedestrian nearby and they have delivered him to the nearest hospital.  

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DISCLAIMER: The characters portrayed in this drama are fictitious. Organizations, names, places, and situations are based on imagination. 

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When I Was Your Beloved

Feline nodded, pretended to smile. "I know you wanted to go back, but make sure that you would be safe, huh? I don't want you to get hurt once again."


She raised her hand, touching his forearm. Feline doesn't want to be a manipulating one. Sean grabbed a hold of her hand, entwining his fingers with hers. Feline felt the electricity signifying her heart skipping a beat. She leaned closer, touching his chest, and she hugged him once again.


She wouldn't lose Sean, as Feline promised. Sean felt the warmth in that hug, and he couldn't resist falling for her repeatedly. They stood there in the wintry air.


Friya done her job a minute after Feline came out of her office. She leaned on her chair, looking at the clock displayed on her screen. Lots of notifications were coming in at the bottom edge, but Friya ignored them all. They were only praises, comments, replies of different fans of their show.


Still Hurting