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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

When Sean came inside the house around 9pm, he didn't expect to hear a call from the living room. A very loud one. Something that was both ear-shrilling and a nag. Sean closed his eyes, looking at his watch. He knew it's late now. Sean dismissed himself in their office by 5 pm.


He slacked off a little, joining with his team. He had eaten a lot, starving at the work by now. Their new drama was exhausting. Sean doesn't know what to explain to Friya anymore. She won't listen. She's childish to even understand the situation.


"Sean, why did you have to go home this late?!" Friya showed up at the corner. He was still on his shoes and coat. He gripped his briefcase as he saw Friya's furrowed eyebrows. Here we go again, as he thought.


Under The Rain