Addie had previously customized a pink wedding ring for Rosanne, but then it appeared in the Instagram of an outsider, Maribel.

Based on the black mole on the thumb joint, Rosanne immediately recognized the pair of large hands with distinct joints. They belonged to the man who always claimed to love her husband, Addie.

The comment section was filled with blessings from her colleagues and Maribel also made a few public comments without hesitation.

“Thank you for your blessings. My husband and I have known each other for a long time!”

“We love each other very much and we are childhood sweethearts who have grown up sleeping in the same bed. This relationship is indeed deeper than that of ordinary people."

Rosanne recalled that on the night when Maribel posted this message on Instagram, Addie used the excuse of being on a business trip and did not return home all night.

But the dozen or so calls I made only received cold and desperate busy tones.

She did not dare to think about it.

In the three years of marriage, Addie has gone on so many business trips, big and small. How many of them were real and how many of them were just excuses to see Maribel?

The more Rosanne thought about it, the more she felt wronged. Tears welled up in her eyes. 

In order to avoid the curious eyes of passers-by, she quickened her pace and walked home.

It was Addie who opened the door.

“Rosanne, why are your eyes red? Did someone bully you?”

The man held her in his arms and rubbed her head gently, but Rosanne quickly pushed him away.

“It's okay. The wind was a bit strong on the way here.”

Addie, how long were you going to keep pretending to care about me?

Early in the morning, Rosanne received a call from the publishing house.

The person on the other end of the phone told her that there were some problems with the famous C country novel “Summer in Macondo” that she had previously translated and she needed to bring the existing manuscript to the editor-in-chief's office.

Coincidentally, the old computer where Rosanne stored her manuscripts lost most of her files due to water a few days ago.

Fortunately, the translation of the entire book had been sent to the editor-in-chief for review and she only had the printed draft left with her.

This book represented more than two years of Rosanne's hard work and was the best proof of her translation ability. Naturally, she did not want to make any mistakes.

Rosanne rushed to the editor-in-chief's office, she did not see the lively Latin girl as usual, but only a strange black-haired woman with her back to her.

“Is Editor-in-Chief Camilla here?”

She knocked on the door, but she did not get the enthusiastic response she usually received.

The black-haired woman slowly turned around, squinted her eyes and looked up and down at Rosanne who was standing by the door. The contemptuous look made Rosanne feel very uncomfortable.

“Editor-in-Chief Camilla has resigned. I, Maribel Hudson, am the new editor-in-chief.”

Rosanne found it hard to accept her friend's sudden resignation. Moreover, Camilla had always been in charge of her translation work before and then, this job would most likely fall to Maribel.

But no matter from which angle you look at it, Maribel was just an amateur. How could she take on the responsibility of being the editor-in-chief?

Maribel took the paper manuscript and just flipped through it twice very casually, deliberately shaking her head vigorously and making clicking sounds.

“Mrs. Marquez, I have read your manuscript. The translation is just so-so, so I can't approve the publication application.”

Just so-so? Rosanne frowned and looked at the person on the swivel chair questioningly.

This was the first time her translation skills have been questioned since she started her career.

“Editor-in-Chief Camilla said before that as long as we polish up a few sentences, it can be published next month.”

Maribel disagreed, a sarcastic smile appeared on her disdainful face. She picked up Rosanne's manuscript and rolled it up without any care.

“The past was the past, so please just see what is in the present, okay? After all, Mrs. Marquez, in my publishing house, rules are rules.”

At this moment, Rosanne could no longer tolerate Maribel’s arrogance and tried to snatch back the only remaining manuscript in her hand.

In a panic, Maribel threw the manuscript away and it accidentally fell into the burning fireplace.

The only manuscript in Rosanne's hand, her only blood and sweat in the past two years, was turned into ashes bit by bit in the raging flames.

She rushed to the fireplace to try to save it, but the scorching flames pushed her back. But Rosanne did not care about the burning pain and waited until the ruthless flames burned her fingertips, but in the end, she only saved half of the manuscript.

Rosanne held the torn paper in her hands, shaking with anger. She could no longer suppress her anger and slapped Maribel's teary face.

“Ah!”

Maribel let out a sharp scream instantly and the sound quickly spread to the side, causing the people who were meeting next door to immediately end the meeting.

The door of the editor-in-chief's office was kicked open, Addie rushed in and Maribel immediately ran into his arms.

“Addie, I wanted to ask Mrs. Marquez for translation skills today, but she actually... hit me," Maribel cried bitterly and even bit Rosanne in order to gain trust.

Rosanne turned around abruptly and as she listened to Maribel's lies, she immediately forgot the pain of the burn. She tried to control her breathing, her heartbeat became more rapid and she cursed at her.

“Maribel, don't put the cart before the horse. It's obviously…."

“That's enough, Rosanne!” 

The man's roar ended the quarrel and also completely extinguished Rosanne's heart.

This was the first time that Addie lost his temper with him because of an outsider.

His face visibly darkened and there was suppressed anger in his voice.

Addie ignored her anger and hugged the woman tighter. On the other hand, Maribel looked like a smug villain and challenged Rosanne with her eyes without any fear.

“Rosanne, I don't understand why you are so malicious towards Maribel.

“You've had a problem with Maribel since she first came to the Diplomatic Office, always finding fault with her at work. Although Maribel's experience is not as rich as yours, as a senior, you should respect the juniors instead of suppressing them blindly!”

Maribel wiped away her tears, pinched her voice, pretended to cry and gently comforted Addie, “Addie, I have always admired Mrs. Marquez. But if Mrs. Marquez doesn't like me, I will leave."

‘Leave? Oh, she meant I should leave them. Okay, then.’

Rosanne could no longer bear it, so she clenched the unfinished manuscript in her hand, turned around and left, slamming the door.

Her heart was in so much pain.

This was not the first time that Addie had defended Maribel in this way.

She had previously pointed out Maribel's translation errors in the document, but Addie accused her of nitpicking and targeting the newcomer.

Rosanne knew very well that if the document from Addie was only roughly translated by Maribel, it would not be presentable at all.

For the sake of Addie's face and also to take into account Addie's career, she revised the manuscripts handled by Maribel again and again behind the scenes.

The burns on her hands were frighteningly red and still irritated Rosanne's fragile nerves from time to time.

She still remembers that when they were newly married, Addie would run all over the capital of Country C in the middle of the night to find the best family doctor and buy the most expensive special medicine for her minor gastroenteritis.

He said that he would protect her all his life, no matter how old his age, in sickness or death, he would never leave me.

But that time, the shocking burns on her hands were nothing compared to Maribel's crocodile tears.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when they returned to the family quarters of the diplomatic office.

England thoughtfully allocated single-family houses to its diplomatic officials stationed in Country C. Rosanne had been living there since she married Addie.

After entering the room, Rosanne ignored Addie who was sitting on the sofa and walked straight into the room.

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

Rosanne completely saw the true face of the person beside her.

Her husband, with whom she had been married for three years, had been using her from the beginning to the end.

Under the fig leaf, Addie had been a selfish person from beginning to end.

“So, whether I'm injured or not, you will take Maribel with you, right?”

Her words were evasive and Rosanne thought that she had already got the answer.

She wanted to see how far his career could go without her talent and help.

Rosanne looked at the calendar on the wall and counted down the days until she would return home.

The last twenty-one days.

The cooperation dinner between the two countries was held as scheduled in the auditorium of the largest hotel in the capital of Country C.

parked outside the hotel and most of the guests attending the dinner were well-known figures.

The Institute of Diplomacy sent a special car to pick up Addie and Maribel and the two walked hand in hand into the magnificent hall.       

Maribel was wearing a high-end custom-made red dress. She naturally put her left arm around Addie and enthusiastically greeted the guests around her.

At the same time, rumors were spreading from every corner.

“The one accompanying Mr. Marquez today is Maribel, the daughter of General Manager Hudson, right?”

“This is too strange. Isn't Mr. Marquez's wife Rosanne? Why didn't she come?”

By the time the rumor spread, everyone had begun to have considerable suspicion about the relationship status of the two.

The trade exchange between the two countries was an important event held every two years. The main theme of this year was to discuss the newly opened trade port of Country C.

Once the deal was concluded, this move would play an irreplaceable role in the economies of both countries.

Maribel spoke broken Spanish and served as a mere decoration between Addie and the representatives of Country C.

As for Addie, his Spanish level was far from enough for accurate expression and he often failed to express himself clearly when talking with the representatives of Country C.

After several rounds, the originally promising cooperation came to a standstill.

Later, a group of English youths tried to toast Maribel, but were blocked by Addie.

“Since Maribel can't drink, I'll take these cups for her.”

Addie ignored the suspicious looks of the people around him and drank the red wine in one gulp.

“I didn't expect Mr. Marquez to be so nice to Miss Hudson.”

“I heard that Miss Hudson has become Mr. Marquez's designated translator. She achieved this position right after graduation. Her ability should not be underestimated.”

Maribel was very satisfied with everyone's flattery, so she showed off the pink diamond ring on her ring finger without any concealment.

Everyone had never seen such a luxurious diamond ring before and they were immediately filled with exclamations of amazement.

“This is the famous Paris jewelry custom edition, right, Miss Hudson?”

“Addie really cares about me, but we are just very good friends. I was able to enter the diplomatic office thanks to Addie's care.”

Everyone smiled at each other and looked at the two of them with envy.

On the second floor of the banquet hall, Rosanne had a panoramic view of everything that happened.

Anger swept over her and she pressed the pink diamond tightly in her palm.

The diamond ring that was exactly the same as Maribel's was the unique promise that Addie had made to her at that time.

The teardrop-shaped diamond ring penetrated deeper and deeper into her flesh, oozing out a creepy bright red.

It turned out that Addie's love had long been split into two.

She then stopped a young girl from Country C who was in charge of cleaning and stuffed the pink diamond into the girl's hand.