After returning from the bank, Hannah went for a walk around the block to make sure she understood what she was doing. Once she was 100% satisfied with her decision, she walked into the warehouse, and went to find Randall. He was pacing the 3rd floor rubbing his hand through his hair and obviously looking lost. She walked up to him and without saying a word, extended her hand with the envelope in it. Randall looked at her with his eyebrows raised. He took the envelope and looked inside. He knew without even counting it that it was the amount of money that he was short giving the thugs.

"Why ya givin this to me, doll face?" He looked at her inquisitively.

"You're short on cash, aren't you?" Hannah asked without batting an eyelash.

"Yeah but I said I got it. Ya don't have to worry about nothin."

"Well this is taking care of it. Go on, take it." She said. He did and then looked at her with confusion.

"Ya still haven't told me why ya givin this to me."

"Because it's the right thing to do." She said then and walked away.

    Randall stared out the window and absentmindedly counted the cash in the envelope. It was all there; $1500 that he owed the boss. Those punks had no idea who he was but he couldn't upset the boss; that's the only way he was getting his drugs to his clientele. He then knew what he had to do. He went to find Hannah; she was downstairs sitting on her cot putting some things together on her way out. She looked up at him as he came up to her. He knelt down and whispered in her ear that he wouldn't charge her a penny ever again for her ice.

    Hannah though surprised, somehow knew he was telling the truth. For everything morally repugnant about him, he was a man of his word to those that he needed to be. He couldn't afford to be anything else especially in the world he lived in. One wrong lie could be a bullet in the brain. And considering who his boss was; the dude wouldn't give it a second thought. Even someone as high on the proverbial totem pole as Randall was expandable. In the corner, Shanel watched the entire exchange and wasn't pleased. She never liked competition for Randall's attention; even if that person was Hannah.

    After their conversation, Randall went upstairs and Hannah went to run some errands. It had been more than 3 days since she had done her bloodwork and Randall had gotten an extension from the boss to get the money so his brains were still intact 12 hours after the initial deadline. The boss knew he was good for it and told his thugs to back off and give Randall his space; he'd never been late before so if he needed an extension, the boss was willing to give it to him.....this time. Maybe because it was someone's birthday in the boss's family that he was feeling generous because usually, anyone who wouldn't pay up wouldn't usually be found alive again.

    Hannah boarded the city bus and took it downtown to her doctor's office where her blood work was ready. Dr. Weller sat down with her and told her that everything was fine and that she tested negative for every STD as well as HIV. She breathed a sigh of relief. Dr. Weller didn't tell her that she had tested her for drugs and found the meth in her system. She was very disappointed that Hannah was taking that route and off handily mentioned for Hannah to go to rehab but the latter wasn't interested and waved the doctor off.

    After exiting the office, Hannah went to the nearest Zales store where she had the receipt for the mysterious necklace that Chris had purchased during the holidays. Chris made the mistake of using his debit card instead of his credit card to buy the necklace. Hannah had paid the bills before so he had thought he was safe but he did forget the fact that they shared a bank account and because of that, Hannah was able to see exactly what kind of piece Chris bought. It was a simple white gold chain with a round diamond on it. Because Zales was having a sale on that particular necklace, they had pictures people could take home with them and Hannah took one; she had a feeling she'd need it for later.

    After running all of her errands, Hannah returned to the warehouse to see the same thugs standing on the ground floor and Randall handing them the envelope with the money Hannah gave him. The lead thug with the face tattoo counted it very carefully, smiled at Randall, and left with his crew after patting Randall on the back. Hannah hid out of sight as they left; the last thing she wanted was to be seen. He saw her standing there afterwards.

"Hey there, doll face. Thanks again for bailin me out. Where ya been all day?" He seemed genuinely curious.

"I had some errands to run. Don't have my car anymore so I took the city bus to do them." She replied to which his brows came together and he shook his head.

"City bus? Oh hellz no! Ya ain't takin that shit no more!"

"I don't have any other choice Randall. I need to run errands some days." She said frowning.

"I gotcha but ya can take my truck or have Shanel drive ya. I don't want ya takin the city bus to this part of town. Don't mean to sound like an asshole but ya too white and ya don't look like a druggie. A lot of shit can happen to ya." He crossed his arms over his chest then as Hannah looked at him surprised.

"Why are you being so nice to me? Your truck costs more then what I gave you to pay off those thugs." Randall laughed then with a hard edge to his voice as he sat down on an empty cot.

"Truth? It ain't about the money ya gave me. Ya right, the truck does cost more but that ain't it. It's just that ya remind me of my younger sister Carlita. Ya look so much like her—the hair, the eyes, body, everything—like twins, fo real. She was the sweetest soul on earth. She was too good for this world that's why God took her back home. It's been 10 years and it still hits me every day that she ain't here. Maybe my life would have been different if she was alive but she ain't."

"I'm sorry Randall, I didn't know."

    Randall brushed her off then and reminded her about the truck but it was obvious that he didn't want to talk about his late sister anymore. He never did tell Hannah how she died nor did Hannah push. It wasn't her business anyways and the fact that he told her anything at all was surprising. He had even gotten teary eyed when he was talking about her and for someone as hardcore as Randall, it was hard to believe he had feelings at all. That reminded Hannah that everyone comes into this world innocent and it's life and their choices that makes people who they are.

    After her conversation with Randall, Hannah went to find Shanel and the two of them sat outside and spoke about everything like they usually did. Shanel never mentioned her jealousy about Hannah getting close to Randall. This wasn't the right time. She used to love watching soap operas and thought that Hannah and Chris' marriage was as epic a soap opera as anything written for TV. Hannah told her about everything that she had found through her research and the errands. It was time to confront Chris. Shanel suggested that she do that when Scarlett was there too and they decided that they would go together that weekend when there was no way Chris would be working to catch them in the act and tell Chris which end was up.

    4 days later, with Randall's permission, Shanel and Hannah piled into his truck and Hannah drove to Plano and her house with Chris. His car was in the driveway and after a nod from Shanel to go do it, Hannah took a deep breath, and opened the truck door and got out. She walked up to her front door and used her key to open the door. The lights were on in most of the house so she knew they could be anywhere. Sure enough, right there in the middle of her living room was Chris in his boxers and Scarlett in a pink nightie with a familiar looking necklace around her neck.

"Well well well, what do we have here?" Hannah said with a cold voice as she quietly closed the door.

    There was a deafening silence as both of the other parties looked shocked to say the least. Chris quickly tried to cover up his body self-consciously though Scarlett was more naked then he was. She unlike her lover was unashamed and looked at Hannah as if she was the intruder there.

"Oh look who's back....it's little miss drug addict." Scarlett said just as coldly. Hannah's blood began to boil.

"What....did....you....call...me?"

"You heard me. Your little secret isn't so secret anymore. Why don't you go back to sticking a needle in your arm?" Scarlett said as she slowly walked up to Hannah with an evil look on her face and pushed her hard enough to make Hannah fall back a step.

    Before Chris could intervene, Hannah's rage exploded. She reeled back and back handed Scarlett across the face with such force that it sent Scarlett flying into the bookcase a few feet away and onto the floor. The wrath that Hannah felt left her shaking from head to foot as she stood over Scarlett, who looked up at Hannah with real fear for the first time in her life. Her lip was split in two places and was bleeding. Scarlett realized then just how severely she had underestimated Hannah. No one had ever hit her before.

"You vapid whore! Who the fuck do you think you are? This is my house! You dare push me in my own house while fucking my husband? You think, I don't know about you? Think your skeletons can't fly out of the closet? I know everything!"

"Th-this is assault. I-I can have you arrested." Scarlett stuttered while still on the ground.

"No you stupid bitch, it's called self-defense. You pushed me first and I defended myself in my own home. Who the fuck do you think they will believe? The slut from next door who has had more traffic in between her legs then the Calatrava Dallas Bridge or the woman who is chronically ill with a incurable illness whose motherfucking name is on the motherfucking mortgage?!"

    Scarlett was stunned when she heard this. Hannah's name was on the mortgage? But wasn't it only Chris that was working? She hadn't played her cards right at all. She couldn't get the house without a divorce and a battle at that; perhaps Chris would lose it altogether. There went her playground. Chris was looking more a hot mess every moment. And he was just so flustered he didn't know what to say. He wasn't helping her off the floor so she got up herself though she was still seeing stars from the impact of the knuckle that split her lip. She wasn't going anywhere near Hannah. But Hannah apparently wasn't finished. Chris was stunned at the venom in her voice and the language she was using. He had gone too far.

"Ha-Hannah....please....." Chris started saying but she cut him off. She dug in her bag and got the folder with all of her research out as she laid it all on the table for him to see.

"Save it, Chris! I don't need or want to hear any more of your bullshit. You are a heartless, soulless prick. This thing that you have been fucking for nearly a year has multiple STD's and possibly HIV. She was sued by one or two of her ex-husband's for not disclosing that fact and putting their health in danger. Who knows what she has? The civil cases were picked up by a local news station when they were tipped off to who the parties were. Those papers are the articles from the trials. Go ahead read them."

    Hannah waited until Chris picked up the papers and with trembling hands started to read the details of Scarlett's cases. She had been lying to him. There it was in black and white. For the first time, he couldn't think with his dick anymore and face the cruel facts in front of him; no way hiding from the truth now and what he had been doing. His lies had been exposed. He had a sickening feeling in his stomach; he'd had unprotected sex with her countless times. He had just always taken her word for it when she said she was clean when she had gotten tested. But here it was, she had lied to him from day one. About her husbands, the men she slept with or didn't. The articles mentioned about over 20 men coming forward in one of the trials and testifying to having slept with her. He had been so totally blinded by her ability to blow his lights out that he didn't even realize that she was a total fraud. But then again, wasn't he as well?

"I got myself tested afterwards and thankfully, I was and am clean. You should do the same if you know what's good for you." Hannah said to him coldly as Scarlett looked at her with surprise.

"You mean....?"

"Yeah we had sex. We are married after all. What did you think he'd be faithful to you but you could go out and screw everything that moves that has a dick? He isn't faithful to me and I've never cheated on him....what would a skank like you expect?" Hannah finished.

"I-I-I..." Chris stuttered but Hannah cut him off. She then produced the receipt from the trash that she had found and the picture of the necklace and put it onto the table.

"I had the hard proof during the holidays but I suspected before that; around the time that Sister Grace died. That was beyond inexcusable. I will never ever forgive you for that, Chris. I don't want to see you, don't try to find me. If and when I do, it'll be on my terms. I hope losing everything was worth it to you for some good sex. No matter how much I hate you right now, I still don't want you to lose your life to this freak. Go see Dr. Weller."

    Hannah then picked up all of the paper work and placed it back into her backpack and without a backwards glance, slammed out of the house. She walked confidently back to the truck where Shanel had been patiently waiting. When she got in, Shanel was now behind the wheel and they smiled at each other; then without a word they drove away. Scarlett was in the kitchen getting herself an icepack for her face as Chris stood watching after them from the window, wondering what had happened to Hannah's car and absentmindedly scratching the skin on his arm.