(Jason's POV)
My hands tighten on the edge of the counter.
"About four hundred million," I say quietly. "Give or take."
"Four—" She can't seem to finish the sentence. "And she's just going to take it? After being married to you for less than a month?"
I look at this woman. This woman I married. This woman who gave birth to Rose.
And I feel nothing but disgust.
Caroline was right. God, Caroline was so right.
Helen doesn't care about Rose. Rose is just a pawn to her. A means to an end.
And if I had any doubts about this plan—any hesitation about playing these games—they evaporate in this moment.
"I can't believe this," Helen says, pacing now. She walks back and forth as if her world is about to end. "This is insane. You have to fight this, Jason. You have to—"
"I am going to fight
