The Billionaire's Rebellious Bride

33. "Are you pregnant?"

Chapter Thirty Three

Elena's POV

I went to the nail salon across our office building. I needed to have my nails done for the event that evening.

"Elena? Is that you?" A curvy brunette said the moment she entered the salon, "of course, it's you. I could never forget your kinky dry red hair. But in fairness, they're improving now."

Oh, no... I said to myself when I recognized her face.

"Do you remember me? I'm Rita Cook. Cheerleader, Prom Queen... the 'It' girl in high school," she put her hands on her hips.

I only remembered her as the meanest girl in high school. She would do anything to humiliate me in front of everyone. Throwing a soda on my face. Putting stones inside my backpack, telling everyone that I slept with the janitor, and accused me of stealing her phone.

"Of course," I forced a smile, "who would ever forget you?"

"Right! No one. I'm the most popular girl!" She laughed and sat on a vacant chair beside me, and the manicurist attended to her nails.

Darn it. I'm trapped talking with her for the next fifteen minutes. The manicurist just started my nails on my second hand.

"Everyone's envy on you. You married a billionaire. Tell me your secret. How did you catch an extremely wealthy man like Adonis Stavrakos?"

"There's no secret. Our families just introduced us."

It was the truth though.

"Oh... yeah, you're a Pallis after all," one of her eyebrows rose, "I wonder, why your grandfather did not acknowledge you before?" when I did not answer, she gave her own answer, "of course, you want to keep a low profile. Extremely rich people do that, because they're afraid of being kidnapped. Let's hang out. I miss having you around. We used to be so closed in high school."

My forehead furrowed. I was not aware that we were close.

"I can't. I'm busy with my business... and I just got married a few months ago."

"Oh... you're still in your honeymoon stage," she giggled, then her eyes went to my tummy, "are you pregnant?"

"Huh?" I looked at my tummy.

"Oh, sorry. I thought you were," her eyes turned wicked, her lips twisted nastily, "I have an excellent exercise to flatten a tummy. Call me and I'll teach you."

"No thanks. It's not effective. It didn't work on you."

Her eyes widened briefly, then gave me a sympathetic look.

"Haven't you ever thought that Adonis Stavrakos married you only for money? I'm sorry to break this to you, but dear, you should know... your husband is deeply in love with Trisha Cunning for years. And nothing can break that love... even marriage with you. They're solid."

"Excuse me?" My eyes squinted with sudden anger.

She chuckled nastily, "don't get upset, I'm just concern about you. I know, because I followed their love story."

"You have no right to talk about this. You know nothing," I snapped at her.

"Hmm... maybe you're the one who doesn't know about your husband's activities," she smiled wickedly, "keep your eyes open my dear."

Nothing changed. She was still very mean.

The next fifteen minutes was terrible. She was talking about herself, trying to prove to me that she lived a comfortable life by marrying coach Erik. Yeah, our pervert swimming coach in high school.