Her Empire, His Terms.
"Legally, you don't exist. You're a ghost. And ghosts can't file for divorce."
"No... no, that's impossible. I'm standing right here! The embassy—"
"The embassy thinks you died of a violent fever in that prison, thanks to a very expensive medical report we procured," Natalie chimed in, leaning against the Mirror with her arms crossed. "You really underestimate how far a little bit of Qunnix money can go in developing nations, cousin."
The room felt like it was spinning. "The prison... the drugs in my bag... it was you."
The horrifying puzzle pieces were suddenly locking into place. "You set me up."