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Midnight Secrets Revealed
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At one o'clock in the morning, the hospital's phone rang, breaking the silence. I picked up the phone and mechanically listened as the other party informed me that my husband, Xin Zhiyuan, was undergoing emergency treatment.
Muscle tears caused by intense exercise? He had gone on a business trip to Jiangsu, hadn't he? A chill shot from my feet straight to my heart, and my phone nearly slipped from my grasp. I mechanically repeated, "It's impossible, it can't be..." but I could not stop myself from rushing to the hospital.
Upon arriving at the hospital, Xin Zhiyuan's pale face came into view. The empty ward held no comforting sights, only a cold surgical notification. The words "High-Intensity Exercise," "leg," and "abdominal muscle tears" felt like brands seared into my heart.
A terrifying thought surged through my mind. I forced myself to calm down and dialed the hotel’s number...
"Hello, may I ask if Mr. Xin Zhiyuan checked in with you last night?"
"Ma'am, we receive so many guests at our hotel every day; how could I remember that clearly?" The front desk's impatient voice came through the phone, tinged with annoyance.
"I just need to confirm whether he checked in alone last night and what his room number is." I tightened my grip on the phone, trying to keep my voice calm.
"Well... we really can't disclose guest privacy unless you are a police officer."
"Police officer? What happened to him?" I asked sharply. "He's currently in the hospital undergoing emergency treatment; shouldn't his family be notified?" My tone unintentionally became more pointed.
There was a moment of silence on the other end, as if they were hesitating to reveal more information.
"Alright, I can only tell you that a Mr. Xin checked in last night. We will have to wait for the police to verify before we can disclose specific information; please understand."
"Okay, thank you."
I hung up the phone, and the receptionist's evasive attitude only intensified my suspicions. What exactly was Xin Zhiyuan hiding from me?
"Yes, there was indeed a Mr. Xin who checked in last night, but I cannot disclose any other information," she said.
"Do you know if he was alone? Was anyone else with him?" I pressed on.
"Well... I really don't know. I'm just the receptionist; I have no obligation to remember these details," she replied.
Before I could ask further, she hastily ended the call.
I helplessly set my phone down, my mind in turmoil. The receptionist's vague responses only fueled my doubts. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my coat and left the hospital.
"Driver, to the Hilton Hotel in the east of the city," I said as I hailed a taxi.
The cab glided smoothly through the night streets, the shadows of streetlights flickering around us.
I opened my phone and scrolled through the album of sweet photos with Xin Zhiyuan. In those pictures, he always wore a gentle smile, his eyes filled with affection. Could it all have been an act? My heart grew heavier, as if it were sinking into an endless abyss...
An hour later, the taxi stopped in front of the hotel. I paid the fare and quickly walked into the lobby. The opulent hall was filled with well-dressed guests wearing relaxed smiles, making me feel out of place at that moment. In those photos, we had radiant smiles and shared happiness, but now those images felt painfully stark.
I walked straight to the front desk, trying to control my emotions and speaking as calmly as possible. "Hello, I would like to ask when the guest in room 1808 will check out."
The receptionist was a young girl. She glanced up at me and casually checked the computer. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but our hotel cannot disclose guest privacy."
"I'm his wife. He's currently in the hospital, and I want to help him pack some things," I tried to make my tone sound natural and reasonable.
The receptionist looked at me skeptically, as if assessing the truth of my words. I forced myself to meet her gaze, but my heart was racing with anxiety.
"Please hold on a moment." The receptionist seemed to sense my unease, her tone softening a bit as she typed on the computer again. "The guest in room 1808 checked out this afternoon."
"He checked out?" I feigned surprise, raising my voice slightly. "But his things..." I suddenly paused, pretending to struggle to find the words.
"Ma'am, is there anything else?" The receptionist was becoming impatient, her eyes darting toward the line of people behind me.
"Nothing, thank you." I lowered my head and turned to leave.
Once I reached a secluded corner, I took a deep breath to calm myself. It seemed that I would have to find a way on my own.
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