When we arrived at the airport, the taxi driver locked the doors and said, 'Don’t get out here. In five minutes you’ll understand why. Please trust me.' I decided to trust him. Then three police cars surrounded us… and every single clue pointed straight to my husband, my best friend, and a large sum of money quietly registered in my name. That night in Atlanta, I honestly thought I was just being a good wife. Our gated community was quiet, the kind of place where porch lights glow over neat lawn