The Five-Year Sentence: Divorcing the Comatose Mistress
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After I beat his mistress into a vegetative state, my husband coldly tossed their illegitimate son at me. "Chloe, you can either raise this child to atone for your sins, or you can go rot in a prison cell for the rest of your life." I took the screaming, crying infant from his arms and nodded without changing my expression. Everyone in Manhattan high society laughed at me, saying I deserved to be treated like a glorified nanny for my husband's mistress. Until New Year's Eve, exactly five years later. I went to the hospital to deliver my standard, obligatory apology to the comatose Mia,…