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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

"Yeah. He's serious about that thing. He would not announce it if it's not true." Friya placed her purse at the countertop, and she looked at the waitress preparing meals.

"So we're going there after the special episodes, am I right?" He's enthusiastic about the script presented for the special episodes. Sean should start brainstorming ideas with their team leader. He'd gone back to working late at night if they have scopes for the entire month.

"Yeah. So better suit yourself before your transfer." She turned to the menu by the side, observing it for a while. If ever something arising from their conversation, Friya couldn't assure herself she could control it.

"Ms. Friya, I didn't even... said thank you for what happened on the elevator ride. You're swamped with your work, and... I don't have time to approach you in the past few days," he started. That's what Friya was talking about. She's weak in those kinds of conversations with him.

Getting Ready