When doctors said I had no more than five days to live, my wife bent beside me and confessed, “I’ve been waiting for the day so long. Once you’re dead, your $82 million will belong to me and the man I truly love.” I gave her no reaction. By the following morning, I had signed one legal document that turned her imagined triumph into the opening of a mu:rd:er investigation.

Part 1: The Confession Arthur Vance opened his eyes just enough to see his wife leaning over his hospital bed. Rain hammered against the windows of St. Jude Medical Center…