If Your Wife Only Knew

This time Kiara couldn’t deny the facts—they were screaming at her. As she sat outside that night, crouching in the backseat of a rented car watching everything unfold, the details appeared fuzzy, but she knew her husband, Rashad. She saw him exit his white van. She saw the letters of his company, Eason & Son, displayed on the side. She saw him look both ways before he proceeded to walk up to a wood-framed house and ring the doorbell. Kiara raised her neck. She held her breath. This was the moment she’d been waiting for. Every woman who’s ever been cheated on really wants one thing and one thing only: proof! And Kiara was about to get hers.

Kiara watched as a woman opened the door and stepped out onto the porch. Kiara popped the lock and got out of the car. She stood in the darkness of the shadows noticing how her husband lovingly wrapped his arms around the woman. They kissed. They closed their eyes. They embraced and rocked back and forth. Rashad reached around and playfully grabbed the woman’s ass. She lifted up her skirt. They laughed, then Rashad followed the woman inside the house. Kiara crept closer until she herself was on the porch. In his rush to get inside, Rashad hadn’t closed the front door all the way. He gave his wife the perfect view of his deceit.

Kiara made her move. She ran and grabbed the door handle. She stepped inside the hallway. They were too busy kissing and feeling on each other to notice her. Good! She walked up to Rashad and tapped him on his shoulder. He looked up at Kiara, his eyes filled with surprise—and then fear. And when she could take a good look at the female he’d just been embracing, Kiara shrieked.

“Who are you?” she asked. “Where’d that first woman go? The one with the big booty. She was petite, and had shorter hair.”

Kiara didn’t understand; because suddenly Rashad was standing next to an altogether different woman. An incredibly beautiful, slender woman whose long hair flowed down her back.

Kiara drew back her fist and popped the woman in the jaw. She grabbed her hair and yanked at it until the stitching came out. She pulled at her blouse and screamed at her.

She pushed an unresisting Rashad till he sprawled out on the floor. When he tried to crawl away she pounced on him, kicked him in his balls, and struck him with bloodied fists; she unleashed all of the anger for everything he’d done to her during their fraudulent marriage. And when she had beaten him into silence, Kiara stood up and looked around. This time she noticed another smiling woman whom she didn’t know. Kiara took no chances. She raised her arm and smashed in that woman’s face, too.