The Ex-Wife's Private Collection

My husband, Chase, wasn't just a freeloading gold digger—he was an ungrateful one.

Not long after our wedding, he managed to hook up with the sole heiress of a multi-billion-dollar empire. He threw the divorce papers right in my face.

"Your family's pathetic little company? I've outgrown it."

I smiled, gracefully stepped aside, and made a single phone call:

"Ms. Vance, that rare piece you were eyeing earlier? It's finally on the market."

A languid, dangerous voice came through the receiver.

"Clean it up first. I only collect... pristine specimens."