The Diplomatic Translator And Her Ex-husband Are Divorced

Country C in South America, England’s diplomatic embassy there.

“Rosanne, are you sure you want to resign? But your husband Addie still needs your cooperation in his daily work.”

Rosanne Huffman remained calm, but fatigue could not be hidden in her eyes.

“Minister, I have been in poor health for the past few years and cannot adapt to the highintensity translation work here. After all, Addie has already found someone to replace me.”

The minister heard Rosanne's voiceover and saw that Rosanne had indeed lost a lot of weight in recent days and was not as energetic as before. As a result, he stopped dissuading her.

“Your work ability is excellent. I hope you can continue to shine in your professional field when you return to England. I have approved your resignation application, but it will take one month before it can be announced to the public.”

After walking out of the embassy with her resignation letter, Rosanne felt unprecedented relief.

She dialed a familiar phone number and a familiar voice came from the other end.

“Geneva, help me prepare the divorce documents. I'm leaving him this month.”

“Have you really thought it through?”

“Of course. I won't regret it.”

Three years ago, Rosanne never thought that she would reach this point that day.

Back then, Rosanne said she liked roses. Addie Marquez, who was in his early twenties, would hold 999 roses in his hands and stand in the snowy night of London, silently waiting for Rosanne to finish class.

Rosanne said she wanted to see the world. Addie was willing to give up the management rights of the Marquez Family business and accompany Rosanne to South America across the ocean.

On the day of the proposal, Addie prepared the most beautiful flowers in South America for Rosanne and knelt on one knee in front of her in the afterglow of the sunset.

The moment Rosanne agreed to marry him, Addie was overjoyed.

He carried her on his back and ran wildly on the busy streets of Country C, announcing loudly to the world in Spanish that he had married his beloved girl.

On the wedding day, Addie drove a convertible sports car and openly showed off his beautiful bride to the world.

Amid the cheers and applause of foreigners, Rosanne truly thought that she had married happiness.

Later, Addie became the youngest diplomatic official in the history of the English Embassy in Country C.

Rosanne, who studied translation, naturally became Addie's accompanying translator, accompanying her husband to attend large and small occasions.

Everyone envied the deep love and strong union between Rosanne and Addie and their relationship gradually became a good story in the English community in Country C.

Even Rosanne thought that she and Addie would be together forever.

Unfortunately, no matter how beautiful life was, it would be destroyed little by little by facts.

Rosanne passed by a restaurant and saw the TV on the wall broadcasting the latest news in Spanish.

"On January 1, 2020, Mr. Garcia, Minister of Foreign Affairs of Country C, met with English diplomatic officials in Bogota and the two sides discussed trade between the two countries…."

“The New Year is approaching. We invite diplomatic officials from the English Embassy in our country to send New Year greetings to all overseas English in Country C.”

The familiar face of Addie appeared on the TV, causing Rosanne to feel sad.

“On behalf of the English Embassy in Country C, I would like to wish all the English compatriots in Country C a happy New Year. You are all welcome to come home often!”

The translator beside him was no longer Rosanne, but Addie's childhood sweetheart, Maribel Hudson.

In front of the camera of Country C TV, Maribel held Addie's hand intimately, posing like a little kitty. Addie also cooperated very well and sent a tender look to Maribel.

There was a lot of discussion in the restaurant.

“What is this girl translating? This Spanish has a lot of grammatical errors. The TV station is really making a fool of itself.”

Rosanne studied translation, so she was naturally well aware of Maribel's level of interpretation ability.

But at that time, Addie ignored all the dissuasion and insisted on keeping Maribel, who majored in art history, by his side.

Later, Rosanne discovered that Maribel only kept one pinned post in her Instagram.

“In this busy world, there is always someone who loves us fully.”

Among the ninegrid pictures, a photo of ten fingers interlocked was particularly eyecatching.

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 passersby, 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 editorinchief'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 editorinchief 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 editorinchief's office, she did not see the lively Latin girl as usual, but only a strange blackhaired woman with her back to her.

“Is EditorinChief Camilla here?”

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

The blackhaired 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.

“EditorinChief Camilla has resigned. I, Maribel Hudson, am the new editorinchief.”

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 editorinchief?

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 soso, so I can't approve the publication application.”

Just soso? 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.

“EditorinChief 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 editorinchief'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 singlefamily 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 twentyone 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 wellknown 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 highend custommade 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 teardropshaped 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.

“For me?”

The girl took one look at Rosanne's attire and concluded that the lady was also one of the guests present tonight.

She really could not believe that such incredible wealth had suddenly befallen her.

“Miss, I would like to ask you for a favor,” Rosanne spoke fluent Spanish.

The girl from Country C was afraid that Rosanne would take back the huge pink diamond ring in her hand, so she nodded frequently and agreed without any ambiguity.

Rosanne pointed her slender finger at Maribel on the dance floor and spoke to the girl, “Tonight at the dinner, follow her wherever she goes. I'll wait for you at the back door after dinner.”

Then she handed a recorder to the girl and the girl quickly understood what she meant.

“Honey, I swear to God, I'll get it done.”

A Latin American band played on the stage, the golden saxophone played exotic melodies, the luxurious crystal lamps illuminated the huge auditorium and the sound of conversations in English and Spanish could be heard in every corner.

Rosanne came to the venue at the invitation of the English organizer.

Apart from Addie, she was still one of the most outstanding people in this field.

During the dinner, many people came forward to toast Rosanne and Rosanne would not refuse and responded enthusiastically to the guests.

Many handsome men from Country C were also deeply attracted to such a beautiful and capable woman, but without exception, they were rejected by Rosanne in fluent Spanish.

This was also the last face he left for Addie before leaving.

As the party ended, Rosanne went to the bathroom to change out of her cumbersome dress.

Unexpectedly, a familiar voice came from outside the door.

A sharp, mean female voice.

“I didn't expect Addie to care about me so much and actually bring me to the dinner party.

“I asked Addie to buy me a diamond ring before. I said I liked the one he customized and he actually got me an identical one.”

Maribel raised her voice and excitedly told the person on the other end of the phone what happened tonight.

“When I went abroad, he knelt at the airport and begged me not to leave. Later, I don't know where he found a fake one and they got married.

“Addie admitted to me personally that the tactics he used to pursue that bitch were all prepared for me.

“He doesn't seem to love her that much.”

Rosanne never thought that Addie would trust Maribel so much, to the point of revealing all the most precious past between her and him to an outsider.

In the end, when it came out of Maribel's mouth, it all became a worthless joke.

The feeling of powerlessness spread like anesthesia, slowly devouring Rosanne's thin body.

She could not stand Maribel’s sarcasm about her lawlessness, so she pushed the door open.

When Maribel heard the sound of the door opening behind her, she turned around suddenly and met Rosanne's cold eyes.

“So... it's Miss Huffman. I didn't expect to see you here. But I remember that Addie only brought me to dinner.”

This time Maribel stopped pretending. She acted condescendingly and did not take Rosanne seriously at all.

She even did not call her by Mrs. Marquez anymore.

“Oh, I see. You must have sneaked in when the security guard wasn't paying attention.”

Rosanne chuckled, slowly took out the guest invitation from her bag and slammed it hard on the sink.

“Look carefully, I am a distinguished guest invited by the organizer. Also, as your boss's legal spouse, you should still address me as 'Mrs. Marquez' when you are outside.”

The banquet hall was about to close and most of the people going to and from the bathroom were cleaning staff from Country C.

Seeing that there was no English around, Maribel became even more aggressive.

“Miss Huffman, I advise you to be more sober. Haven't you noticed that Addie has only used you as a tool for promotion from the beginning to the end?

“He has reached his current position step by step, all because of me!

“You've been married to him for three years and don't even have a child. Isn't it because Addie doesn't like your inferior genes? I advise you to divorce him as soon as possible and go back to England to work.”

Facing Maribel's unbridled humiliation, there was not a trace of sadness on Rosanne's face. She had become numb.

“Thank you, Miss Hudson. I will consider your words. I also hope that you and your Mr. Marquez will have a happy marriage and a baby soon.”

Rosanne left without looking back, leaving Maribel alone, shaking with anger.

Maribel did not understand why this woman was unmoved by her ridicule.

Didn’t she care about Addie at all?

Maribel was unwilling to accept this, since she was too jealous of Rosanne.

Obviously, the person who knew Addie best was Maribel and she was also Addie's childhood sweetheart. She was the one that Addie always said he wanted to marry.

She only studied abroad for a few years and was separated from Addie for a few years.

But why was it that the person Addie finally married was Rosanne, an unknown woman?

Capital International Airport of Country C, a flight from England landed.

As the Christmas was approaching, most of the passengers on this flight were English who were flying from England to Country C to visit relatives.

At the airport, Rosanne finally met her best friend, Geneva Owens, after three years.

The two hugged each other tightly, like most of the relatives who came to pick them up at the airport.

After calming down a little, Rosanne reached out his hand to Geneva.

“Do you bring the things with you?”

Geneva seemed to suddenly think of something and immediately took out a stack of white paper from her backpack and handed it steadily to Rosanne.

“Mission accomplished!”

A line of words was clearly printed on the white paper. Divorce Agreement.

Since the agreement was an important document, Rosanne could only entrust her best friend, Geneva, to deliver it to Country C personally.

On the other side, Addie sat in his office, worrying about the cooperation that had not been negotiated before.

He thought about the concerns of the politicians in Country C, thinking that maybe the two sides did not reach a consensus on the profit points given, or maybe they were worried that cooperation would affect the downstream industries in Country C and the people's lives could not be guaranteed.

The two parties agreed to discuss again in the afternoon.

A crisp knock on the door interrupted Addie's thoughts.

It was Rosanne.

“My superior wants me to accompany you to the negotiation meeting this afternoon.”

Rosanne's resignation application was still in the probation period, so as long as there was a need to attend events, Rosanne still needed to accompany Addie.

Knowing that it was his superior's intention, Addie could not refuse.

And facts had proved that the superior's decision was correct.

At the beginning, Addie's idea was in the interests of both parties, but after being translated by Maribel, many details were not expressed accurately.

Rosanne was experienced in the trading field and expressed England's position impartially, which enabled the two sides to reach an agreement quickly.

According to custom, both parties would have dinner together after the negotiation meeting.

Rosanne had already changed into suitable clothes, but her plans were disrupted by a phone call from Addie.

“Rosanne, at the dinner with representatives from Country C tonight, Maribel said she wanted to go there to study.

“You can stay at home tonight and cook the dinner yourself.”

This time, Rosanne no longer fought for it. She was already tired of it.

Ever since Maribel came to the Diplomatic Office, she had already taken over the job that she was originally responsible for and Addie never noticed anything unusual.

Therefore, her existence had long been dispensable to Addie.

Before leaving the diplomatic office, Rosanne placed the divorce agreement on Addie's desk.

She left a note. [It's my own will, I'm willing to accept the loss. Please sign it and bring it back to England and give it to Geneva.]

In the attic, Maribel watched Rosanne's car go away little by little.

She turned around, picked up the divorce agreement on the desk and hid it in her bag.

Maribel knew very well that it was not easy to get Addie to agree to divorce.

But she must make Addie sign this divorce agreement.

Any means would do.

In the next few days, Addie disappeared again under the pretext of a business trip.

Rosanne was at home, clearing away all traces of her life bit by bit.

Perhaps Addie was afraid that she would become suspicious, so he sent her several voice messages.

“Rosanne, I may not be able to spend our wedding anniversary with you this year, but I have prepared a surprise for you.

“We will have many more wedding anniversaries in the future. Love you!”

That was a pity, since there was no future.

Rosanne sent someone to take down the huge wedding photo from the wall, then tore off Addie's half and threw it into the fireplace casually like firewood.

The flames burned fiercely and through the flamboyant flames, Rosanne seemed to see Maribel's distorted face, with a triumphant smile on her face because of his departure.

All the forced smiles these days turned into unstoppable tears, wetting the collar and photo frames.

Everything was over.

“Mrs. Marquez…."

The landlady called out several times before Rosanne responded.

“Mrs. Marquez, Mr. Marquez said this gift is for you.”

She brought a large bouquet of flowers. Perhaps because they had been kept for too long, the petals had turned slightly yellow.

Just like her marriage with Addie, after the erosion of time, only a mess was left.

Was this the surprise Addie prepared for him?

Year after year, the same monotonous roses.

This was the surprise that Addie mentioned.

Rosanne just took a glance at it and let the landlady take it away.

A man who did not care about his family even just dealt with his wedding anniversary perfunctorily.

The landlady was a middleaged divorced Latin American woman, so when she saw Rosanne, who used to be gentle and considerate, become like this, she did not know what words to use to comfort her.

After all, Addie had repeatedly favored Maribel and hurt Rosanne, actions that even an outsider like her could clearly see.

She could only wonder, ‘Mrs. Marquez is so nice, why doesn't Mr. Marquez knows how to cherish her.’

Rosanne knew that only when people lose something completely would they know how to cherish the past.

But she would never look back.

She remembered that her landlady had several underage children at home, so she packed up the gifts that Addie had given her and gave them all to them.

As for the remaining items, she would dispose of what could be discarded and burn what could be incinerated.

From that moment on, she had no heart to enjoy the good night and just let the bright moon go down to the west building.

The notification sounds of mobile phone text messages came one after another and Maribel's avatar flashed from time to time.

Just a few words once again pulled Rosanne back into the quagmire.

[Rosanne, did Addie tell you that he was on a business trip?]

Next was a picture of a luxurious banquet.

Addie sat next to Maribel and had a pleasant conversation with two slightly older couples.

Rosanne recognized that they were Maribel's famous overseas English business parents.

[I said I wanted him to spend my birthday with me this year, but I didn’t expect that he would really leave you behind to come to me. As far as I know, today is your wedding anniversary, right?]

How did she know?

Rosanne typed a line of words in the input box, but quickly deleted it as another message came in.

[Do you know why Addie chose this day to marry you?]

She still remembered that Addie said that day was a fine day that only came once in ten years. The right time, the right place and the right people.

[Because this day is my birthday. He must have kept it from you.]

It turned out that she had been deceived by the person she loved for three years.

On the other hand, after the Hudson family banquet, Addie had lost some of his rationality due to alcohol.

Maribel thought the time had come.

She took out a document from her bag and it was the divorce agreement that Rosanne had left on her desk.

In fact, Maribel was not sure what Addie was thinking, so she could only take the risk.

“Addie, I've taken over a project today and need your signature.

“You've always said that I don't have enough experience, but this time, as long as you sign your consent, I can go to learn and practice.”

“You will definitely get my promise.”

Addie lowered his eyes and the words on the document looked like ants running around. He did not read it carefully and then signed on the last page.

The moment the ink in the pen dried up completely, Addie's heart inexplicably skipped a beat.

She put her arm around the man's shoulders, her warm breath falling on their skin, her fingertips quietly wandering across his white shirt.

Maribel, taking advantage of the alcohol that was surging in her heart, kissed the man on the lips.

In Maribel's eyes, everything was under her control.

The last time Rosanne called Addie, her hands trembled uncontrollably.

A full hour later, Addie sent a text message.

[Rosanne, I'm busy. I'll get back to you later.]

At this point, she really should not expect anything anymore.

“Auntie, please help me notify the driver to the Capital Airport.”