After Postpartum Depression, The Mafia Princess Comes Home

Summary

Ten days after giving birth, I told my husband, Ethan Reed, that something was wrong with me.

He turned his phone face-down on the coffee table and looked at me for a full three seconds. "Sophia, you just had a baby. It's normal to feel tired."

Then he flipped the phone back over and went on texting his office nurse, Serena Blake.

That was the last time I brought it up.

Everything that happened after that, I assumed was my own fault.

That changed when I reached into his coat pocket and felt a collar I'd never seen before. Real leather, brand new, with a round metal tag hanging from it.