Chapter 6
Triston stood in the hallway of the hotel.
The surrounding lights were dim and warm, but he had a faint sense of unease.
Today is the anniversary of their tenth wedding anniversary.
In the past, at this time, Saniya would always have a sweet smile on her face, waiting in the room early.
On the table, there might have been carefully prepared little surprises.
But now, the room is empty.
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It was a crazy search, opening every door in the hotel room.
Every time he was greeted by a cold silence.
He called Saniya frantically.
But no one answered.
He went to each of Saniya’s close friends. He also made phone calls.
But they gained nothing at all.
At this moment, he suddenly realized that he seemed to know nothing about Saniya.
This is the wife he had been with for ten years.
As soon as she disappeared, he had no idea where to start looking.
He looked at the movie discs that had been prepared in advance in his bag.
Frustratedly tapping her own head, she said, “Saniya, where did you go?”
He ran to the front desk and anxiously asked, “Have you seen my wife…?”
He eagerly described some facial features of Saniya.
The receptionist shook his head and handed him a package.
Triston trembled as he took the package, as if it was very heavy.
His unease in his heart grew heavier and heavier.
The package was finally opened, and the divorce agreement and wedding ring lay there quietly.
Triston stared in shock, his eyes widening. “No, this can’t be true…”
Just before leaving, he was still on a call with Saniya to confirm.
They agreed to watch the last movie.
I also specifically bought a lot of snacks that Saniya likes to eat.
How did she suddenly disappear?
He trembled as he read through the pregnancy test and abortion procedure forms again.
His tears finally blurred his eyes uncontrollably.
My heart was being pricked by millions of needles, causing me unbearable pain that made it difficult to
breathe.
He got up without giving up, and drove back home overnight.
Saniya must have been joking with him, how could she bear to leave home?
After driving for over ten hours straight, Triston’s eyes were dry and bloodshot.
But he paid no attention at all.
He hurriedly rushed back home, and the house was exactly the same as when he left.
He anxiously called out his lover’s name in the empty room, “Saniya, darling… where are you?”
Every room was not left empty.
He finished searching the room and then went to open the cabinet door.
My heart gradually cooled down.
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