by Cydney Rax
Also by Cydney Rax
My Daughter’s Boyfriend
My Husband’s Girlfriend
Scandalous Betrayal
My Sister’s Ex
Reckless (with Niobia Bryant and Grace Octavia)
Crush (with Michele Grant and Lutishia Lovely)
Published by Dafina Books
IF Your Wife ONLY KNEW
A Love & Revenge Novel
CYDNEY RAX
KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.
www.kensingtonbooks.com
All copyrighted material within is Attributor Protected.
Table of Contents
Also by
Title Page
Acknowledgments
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
My Married Boyfriend
Teaser chapter
Copyright Page
Acknowledgments
Writing If Your Wife Only Knew was an amazing process. I hope you enjoy the novel.
Thanks to my Heavenly Father whom I credit for stirring up the creative gift and for letting my dreams come true.
Thanks to Mercedes Fernandez, my editor, for the opportunity. And thanks to the Dafina family. And also to Claudia Menza (cheers to another one)! I am grateful for the support of my relatives both near and far (Houston, Arlington, Detroit, Chicago, Las Vegas, East Coast, and beyond).
I love my avid readers, especially Michelle Sloan, author promoters (Orsayor Simmons), and all the wonderful book clubs (R.E.A.D. Book Club and Bookin’ It in Fort Bend County make me feel so welcome).
Thanks to anyone who allowed me to pick his or her brain about all kinds of topics (Wilt Tillman, Steven Burns, and several others). Shout out to my beloved author comrades (Margaret, Marissa, Cheryl, Chelsia, Pamela W., Lexi, Philana, and my literary twin Electa Rome Parks).
And thanks in advance to the media outlets and libraries around the world for your support regarding this book.
Last but not least, to the people who connect with me on social media: I value your love, support, and interest.
Okay good people! Buy the book, read it, and post your reviews.
Visit me online at www.cydneyrax.com.
May peace and blessings be multiplied unto all of you.
What I feared has come upon me; what I dreaded has happened to me.
—Job 3:25
Prologue
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.
The woman smiled at Kiara and asked, “What took you so long? We’ve been waiting for you.”
Kiara realized it didn’t matter what the woman looked like. It didn’t matter if the first chick disappeared.
“That’s good to know,” Kiara told her. “Because I’ve been waiting for you, too.”
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.
“What type of bitch are you that you would sleep with a married man?”
But the woman couldn’t answer. Her mouth was filled with blood.
When Kiara got done whipping her ass, she turned around and faced her stoic husband.
“Kiara, I’m sorry.”
“Tell that to your Maker. Because there’s about to be some wailing, screaming, and gnashing of teeth up in here.”
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.
She hit the woman until she drew blood.
Then Kiara woke up screaming.
Chapter 1
Kiara Eason stood at the front of the decorated ballroom. Hundreds of helium-filled balloons bobbed against the high ceiling. A six-member band stood on a tiny stage loudly jamming seventies hits like “Dancing Machine” and “Benny and the Jets.”
All the tables held party favors that bore the image of Max Julien in The Mack, in recognition of the first date between her grandparents, Flora and John.
“Mama Flora didn’t leave out a single detail,” Kiara said to herself as her eyes took in the festive gala. “I’m so impressed.”
After a while, the band started playing “The Best Thing That Ever Happened to Me.” A woman who looked like Gladys Knight but didn’t sound like her grabbed the microphone.
“I’ve had my shares of ups and downs . . .” she began. Her singing voice crackled. She held the notes but sounded like a wolf howling at the moon.
Kiara let out a spirited laugh and grabbed the neck of her champagne glass. She strolled over to the female guest of honor and excitedly tapped her glass. Mama Flora dramatically swayed to the music then hugged Kiara after sipping the bubbly liquid.
“Forty freaking years with Grand Pop. I’m so happy for you. Y’all are such an inspiration to me and my hubby.”
“Where is Rashad? Isn’t he supposed to be here?” Flora asked.
“Of course, he should be here. And I don’t know e
xactly why he’s not. But I have a strong suspicion.”
“You look like you’re pissed, yet I sense you don’t give a damn.”
“Oh, I give a damn all right. It’s just that I don’t know how much more I can give to keep my marriage afloat. That’s why I’m here tonight . . . with y’all. I need some inspiration, or maybe a swift kick in the butt.”
Kiara walked a short distance over to the dessert table and grabbed two plates of anniversary cake.
“Want a piece?” she asked her grandmother.
“No, sweetie.”
“Cool. That means there’s more for me.” Kiara laughed. She proceeded to devour one thick slice of cake. Then she wolfed down a second piece.
“You’re worrying me, darling.”
“Don’t be worried, Mama Flora. I eat like this all the time.”
“Has Rashad noticed that you’re starting to overeat?”
“I doubt it. He’s so busy with his contracting jobs. In fact, I’ll bet he had to work late tonight. Yep, that’s it. His favorite line is, ‘A business owner always got shit to deal with.’”
“Do you believe him?”
Kiara shrugged.
She then unearthed her cell phone, which was inside her evening bag. She dialed Rashad’s mobile number. No answer. She quickly called their house phone. It rang and rang.
Kiara decided to log into their cell phone account.
“What are you doing?” Mama Flora asked.
“I want to know the last time he made a phone call.”
“You’re checking up on him?”
“Damn right, I am. Because if he’s been making calls, I probably have nothing to worry about. But if there are long gaps in between calls, that may mean something different. Something that will make me wonder.”
“But didn’t you just say that he’s working tonight?”
Mama Flora studied her granddaughter, who gave her a distressed look.
“To be honest, Grandma, I don’t plan to stay at this party all night. I just swung by to congratulate you and Grand Pop and to pick your brain.”
Kiara and Rashad Eason had been married nearly ten years. And all Kiara ever wanted was to have a long-lasting, fulfilling marriage to the man whom she deeply loved. During the first four years, everything was perfect. They built their marital foundation together, striving to do everything they could to be each other’s best friend. Then after their son, Myles, was born, things changed. Rashad felt pumped up about being a family man. And Kiara pressed him to do all he could for his precious heir. Rashad agreed. He was motivated by her job at the local college. Kiara was always a go-getter and he was proud to be her husband. The Easons wanted to achieve the American dream. Family, finances, and a badass crib. Kiara took charge of their household expenses, including balancing the checkbook, paying bills, and making investments. And they excelled. But for the past few years, Kiara noticed tiny details that made her feel restless. Their relationship felt too comfortable. And her husband’s sex drive suddenly multiplied. But Kiara was exhausted from work, motherhood, social life, domestic duties. That’s when she noticed her husband changing. He’d come home late and started petty fights. When she questioned him, he had a convenient answer. Rashad insisted that since the housing market was booming in Houston, he needed to jump on it and make extra money through his contracting business, Eason & Son. So that’s why he was home less often, he said, and the pressure of work made him moody. Kiara didn’t mind if Rashad was grinding for more money. But it did bother her if he was too tired to spend quality time with her. When he did find time, she felt happy and satisfied. Nevertheless, she desperately wanted to maintain the good parts of her marriage and make sure it lasted for the long haul. And who better to ask than the woman who raised her, Mama Flora, who took in Kiara after her birth mother died from breast cancer when the girl was only two.
Mama Flora raised Kiara to be cultured and educated. And she taught her granddaughter how to balance a checkbook, bake two-layer cakes, and properly clean a house.
“One day your future husband will appreciate a woman who is smart, multitalented, and beautiful. And that’s what you are.”
Kiara knew her grandmother had her back and she trusted any advice she could offer.
“So tell me, Mama Flora,” Kiara asked as she took another sip of her champagne. “How exactly did y’all make it to this day? Don’t leave out anything.”
But her grandmother got interrupted and had to excuse herself before Kiara could get an answer.
As she waited, Kiara thought about Rashad.
“Where is my husband?” Kiara said to herself. “I swear to God he drives me crazy sometimes.”
She skipped away from the pack of family and associates who were gathered in the country club. She crept down a darkened hallway. It was almost eight o’clock. The party had been going strong for one hour and Kiara felt anxious. She told her grandmother that her husband was working late. But what was the true reason why Rashad hadn’t shown up?
She hid away inside the empty women’s restroom and dialed his number for the fifth time that day.
Rashad finally answered and mumbled, “Hello?”
“Babe, where are you?”
“Mmmm,” he groaned.
“Rashad, you sound strange. Are you asleep?”
“Naww.”
She felt both relieved and foolish. “I mean, did I wake you? I’ve been texting and calling. Why aren’t you here at Grand Pop’s anniversary party?”
“Oh, damn.”
“Please don’t tell me you forgot, because I just reminded your ass last night. And I told you months ago to put this event on your calendar. Rashad!”
“Why are you copping an attitude?”
“You need to do better.”
“Well, I’m so busy sometimes I forget.”
“That’s no excuse. You’re way too old for this.”
“Kiara, don’t bitch at me. I’m not for all that.”
She decided to use a different approach.
“Rashad, I know it’s inconvenient, but get dressed real quick and come out here right now. Just to make an appearance. The fam has been asking about you and I know they’d love to see you.”
“And it won’t look good if I’m not there with you, right?”
The way he said it made her feel like she had committed a crime.
“I just don’t like being at parties by myself. Plus, we are married, in case you forgot.”
“I haven’t forgotten. And I do apologize, babe. Forgive me. But hell, my sinuses were bothering me. I took some pills that knocked me out . . . so that’s what happened.”
“Okay, fine. I know you’ll feel better soon. But it isn’t every day that a married couple stays together for four decades. This party is not something we’re going to see again. So please get dressed and come by, even if it’s just for a few minutes, all right?”
“Kiara, chill. Tell everyone I’m sorry. But I’m not up to it. Please give my regards to your grandparents.” He paused. “Forty years, huh? That’s a longgggg time.”
Kiara hated how he sounded when he said that, like he couldn’t imagine being with the same woman for that many years.
Kiara knew her girlfriends envied her relationship. She could tell when she invited people to their home. Her guests stared at the spectacular house: the tasteful decorations and furnishings, brand-new appliances, and surround sound home theater system. They complimented its beauty—and rarely visited her again. These hating-ass “friends” compared their lives to Kiara’s and couldn’t stand that she was doing so well. In fact, Kiara’s BFF, Adina Davis, was a woman that Rashad had forbidden her to hang out with any longer. He felt Adina was “messy” and a bad influence. It had been a couple years since the two women stopped speaking. And lately Kiara realized she missed her friend and she could use someone in her life who kept it real.
Nevertheless, although Kiara lost some friends, and other friends’ marriages were now splitting up, she and R
ashad were still hanging in there. And to celebrate their upcoming anniversary, Rashad booked a cruise to the Western Caribbean that would take place later in October. It would be good to get away from it all and try to restore the romance in their relationship.
“Yep, Rashad,” Kiara continued. “Forty and fabulous is the theme of this expensive celebration. You should be here to see it. All that love. All that good food. It just might inspire you. It definitely has made me think. Anyway, I know even a room full of nasty strippers won’t pull you out the bed. So whatever. See you when I see you.”
She hung up. She knew she should have said her normal, “Bye, baby. Love you.” But she felt mentally exhausted. She tried so hard to do the right thing in her relationship. When Kiara Eason committed to something, she gave one hundred and ten percent. This was true at her job. And it was especially true at home.
Kiara decided to forget about Rashad and his lame excuse. Instead she enjoyed getting her drink on, tearing up the dance floor, and chopping it up with family.
Not long afterward, Kiara cornered Flora again; the woman was resting her tired feet after she had tried to twerk to Michael Jackson’s “Working Day and Night.”
Kiara knelt on the floor next to Flora. “Grandma, please drop some knowledge. How do you stay married for decades?”
“It takes true commitment. You gotta love him even when it feels hard to do.”
Kiara nodded and smirked.
“Don’t fight over something that hasn’t even happened yet. Never go to bed mad. And pick your battles ’cause every irritation ain’t worth an all-out war. If you can do all those things, that’s what it takes to get to this day.” Mama Flora grinned and expelled a contented sigh.
“Hmm, that’s all?”
“You sound disappointed.”
“I’m thinking a lot of couples have done all this and more, yet they’re no longer married.”
“True. But I don’t know about everybody else. I just know me and that man in there, we’re besties. We love hard. We give each other space. And we listen to each other no matter what, even if we don’t see eye to eye. And that’s not hard to do these days when you wear bifocals.”
