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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

Friya didn't realize someone tapped her by the shoulder. It was Jia. "Friya, what happened to you?!"

She hunkered down to see her puffy face, and Jia saw her wet cheeks. In the middle of the seashore, she's alone. She remembered Friya's plan today and parted her lips wide. Jia let her look down, fiddled with her fingers, seeing the sand crumpled in the nook of her nails. Friya shrugged, shaking her head.

"I've said it to him. I've said everything to him." The clap of the waves overpowered her voice. But Jia got a good hearing of it. She tilted her head to one side. Sean knew everything now? And she's left alone here?

Jia wore off her jacket, draping it around Friya's shoulders. It was to keep her warm. "Let's go somewhere private. I know you wanted to talk it all out."

She helped Friya out of the damp shore. Friya crossed her arms, simultaneously wiping the tears off her face. Placing her arms around Friya, she has gone worried.

Everybody Hurting