I confessed.

I told my husband everything. It was not necessarily intentional. I just couldn’t keep it within me. When I saw Vronsky fall like that, when I thought he could be injured, I realized that I could care for no one but him. Still, I am inconsolable at the thought of him not being here for me. But most importantly, as a result of my emotions, I told Karenin of the affair. Not just of my sexual indiscretion but of my love. That I LOVE Vronsky!

Karenins reaction was not what I thought. He was not mad or mean; he just looked sort of like a ghost, completely immobile. He was looked solid and yet fallen. Well, as always his is concerned with his work and himself and only desires that he does not share my shame.

I do look forward to seeing Vronsky tonight. Mostly I am relieved. I am so glad to get that off my chest. It was such a horrible lie. Seeing Vronsky tonight will be so freeing!
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