CLAYTON POINT OF VIEW.

When I woke up that morning and turned to my side, it was empty; Nadine was not by my side. I thought maybe she had gone out to pee again, but after waiting for forever and she did not still come, I began to get worried. I checked my bathroom, and then I went to her own room. It was almost bare; her bags were gone. I knew something fishy had gone on. As I walked out of the room in deep contemplation, I met the butler.

"Good morning, sir," he said to me cheerily.

"Good ...