“Hey, Crispin, look over there. Isn’t that Felicia?”

An observant person immediately pointed out my arrival to Crispin.

Crispin’s gaze followed the direction of the finger, landing squarely on me.

A week apart, he had expected to see me distressed and heartbroken, but instead, I seemed to have put on a little weight and appeared much better.

His group, which included both men and women, and Jillian, all turned their attention to me.

One of them said with a tone of certainty, “See, I told you. It didn’t take long for Felicia to come crawling back.”

Another added dismissively, “She’s come all this way, so she must be really desperate....