Is That Blood?

Alina's Pov.

Jakov kissed me goodbye in our bedroom before he left for work. I watched him from the window as he got into his car and drove off. My anxiety was still getting to me, and the thought of Ivanka carrying Jakovs child was overwhelming. I knew Jakov had told me that it was impossible for him to be the father, but I was still unable to let go of the thought. I backed away from the window and let myself fall back onto the bed. My eyes wandered over the ceiling and I proceeded to take deep breaths with my lower stomach, something my therapist had taught me to do to gain back control over my mind and body. I hated this. I hated Ivanka. Everything was falling into place, then she had to go and wreck it all with this accusation.