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I quickened my pace, ducking around a corner to peek in my wife's direction.

Sure enough, she was intercepted by our female neighbor.

My neighbor Faye was no pushover.

Though young, she was infamous in the neighborhood for her fiery temper.

"Scarlett, you've got some nerve showing your face here."

With lightning speed, Faye slapped my wife across the face.

My wife didn't even have time to react.

Uncle Winchester, playing the hero, stepped in front of Scarlett to shield her.

"You old fart, how dare you protect this homewrecker."

"I'm going to teach you two-timing lovebirds a lesson on behalf of my mom."

Faye was ruthless, not sparing even her own father from her wrath.

Just as the three were about to come to blows, Scarlett made a hasty escape under Uncle Winchester's protection.

It seemed there was still a deep emotional connection between them after all these years.

Half an hour later, I received a text from Scarlett.