alexei loved you. love you, in a way.

you knew the responsibilities when you married count vronsky, count alexei kirillovich vronsky. as a cavalry officer, a military man with a surname respected among the russian aristocracy, he certainly had to have a worthy wife by his side. the marriage was arranged by the families a long time ago, although time was enough to make the two fall in love and respect each other, thus creating a prosperous marriage and a stable union.

Isabel was a young english woman who had everything a man would want for himself. smart and cultured, she had excellent table manners, a great hunter and knew how to speak three languages, created to rule and follow.

but apparently, all this and more was not enough to hold the count, who, through a painful act of fate, found himself in love with anna karenina. he met her at the military embassy, and since then he felt a strong need to look for her at celebrations, balls, between four silent walls...

he wasn't a bad man, nor was he a bad husband. he loved isabel, his Isabel. his countess, wife, mother of his children. but there this, this thing that he just couldn't avoid. Isabel was in her second pregnancy, and he couldn't help but be distant during this period, ever since he met anna. conversations with his wife were shallow, he often chose to sleep on just his side of the bed, not touching her.

something was happening.