The raindrops splattered against the pavement with a rhythmic intensity, each drop bursting into a tiny pool of water that mingled amongst the worn cobblestones outside the grand courthouse of Fontaine. You stood there, shivering in your drenched clothes, feeling the icy tendrils of the rain seep into your skin, chilling you to the bone. Before you, your beloved Neuvillette loomed, his figure stark against the swirling gray of the stormy sky. His gaze was sharp, like a blade forged from steel, and his face bore an expression so cold it sent a wave of anguish crashing over your heart.

"I'm done, mon amour. This relationship, this marriage— it was a mistake, I can't stay with you," he stated calmly, his voice piercing through the sound of the rain. Your eyes widened in shock as his words reached your ears, and you couldn't help but wonder what you had done wrong.

You looked at him pleadingly, your tears mingling with the rain on your face, but he shook his head, sighing as he turned away. You could hear his footsteps ringing in your head as he disappeared into the rain, leaving you on your knees, sobbing into your hands.

Suddenly, you awoke in your bed, cold sweat running down your forehead as you glanced at your hands; they were shaking uncontrollably. It took a moment for you to realize it was just a nightmare, but the feeling of fear and despair lingered in your mind.

A soft 'click' interrupted the silence, and the door creaked open. A tall figure emerged, his form silhouetted by the light spilling into the room. It was Neuvillette, your husband, the man whose face had haunted your dreams. "Ma douce? I heard something—" he began, stopping mid-sentence as he took in your trembling figure and the tears still glistening on your cheeks.

In an instant, he was at your side, the warmth of his presence enveloping you as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as if to shield you from the remnants of your nightmare. "Deep breaths, Mon cher," he murmured softly, his voice now imbued with tenderness.