“My husband drove the car into the river with my brother and me trapped inside.”

Part 2
We spent that first night in a boathouse Julian had rented under a false name six months earlier.
Six months.
He'd been preparing for this for six months, and I hadn't noticed a thing.
"You knew this was coming," I said. It wasn't a question.
"I suspected. I didn't know when." He laid out a folder on the table — bank transfers, shell companies, a life insurance policy on me for four million dollars, taken out fourteen months ago. My signature was on it. I had never signed it.
"He forged this?"
"His sister-in-law's boyfriend runs a document shop in Norfolk. Forges signatures for a living. Derek's used him twice before."
I sat down hard on an overturned crate. Four million dollars. That was the number my life had been reduced to.
"And Serena," I said. "My own sister."
"Half sister," Julian corrected quietly, like it mattered. "She's not just sleeping with him, Viv. She's pregnant with his child. If you die, and the marriage is never annulled, Derek inherits your shares. Then he marries Serena. Then the shipyard passes to their child, and the Shaw family finishes what they started with Mom and Dad."
I asked the question I'd been afraid to ask since the river.
"What actually happened to Mom and Dad?"
Julian didn't answer right away. He pulled his shirt up instead, showing me a long scar along his ribs.
"That's from the accident everyone thinks paralyzed me. It wasn't a car crash that did this. It was Derek's father, Marcus Shaw, and a tire iron, three days after the funeral, when I told him I intended to keep running Dad's company instead of selling to Shaw Logistics."
"You never told me."
"I was seventeen. He said if I talked, he'd finish the job on you next. So I told the hospital I couldn't feel my legs. I've been sitting in that chair for fifteen years so you'd have one person left to trust."
I didn't sleep that night.