Who did this woman think she was? Fanny cracked her neck to the side, glaring down at her.

Scoundrel of a husband, eh?

“Check a brothel,” she deadpanned with a no-nonsense stare.

Where all scoundrel husbands went. She would know; they were some of the few that just paid up instead of trying to convince her she was in love with them when they finally puttered one out.

She was content to ignore the beautiful woman, but then she just had to keep on talking. No one had commented on her appearance in months. It used to be all people could think about, and now … she was invisible. It wasn’t bad. It wasn’t great, but it wasn’t bad either.

“You could kill your husband,” she blurted out, staring intently, “and we’d never even know.”

Huh. She knew this uniform would give her power, but she hadn’t expected it to come with a sudden hankering for clam.