Ex- Mrs Harts.

chapter one: A trip down the memory lane

    The traffic today is more than what i bargained for. I was already late for work and this darn traffic is not moving anywhere! If it were only the traffic, i would jog to my destination. But even mother nature is against me today,  as it is pouring heavily in here in New York.
    First, i woke up late,  burnt my breakfast,  my phone refused to come up when i pressed the on button,  i think its broken,  will have to check it out later. As if that wasn't enough,  as i was rushing out of my apartment,  i slipped and fell. "Arrgh!" "I hate Mondays!". I had to go back inside for a change of clothe. I didn't even check if what i was wearing match,  i just threw on a pencil skirt and a top. Hoping my boss would be in a good mood today. If not,  am screwed! Finished!  As he wouldn't hesitate to ridicule me in front of my colleagues.
     Getting out of my apartment,  carefully this time,  to see the taxi waiting for me. I got in and gave him the address. The trip was going smoothly until traffic decided to jam. I groaned! I was tempted to ask the driver to look for a means to get out of here,  but looking at the situation,  its either you move forward,  or nothing at all.
     I checked my time again,  and saw i have less than fifteen minutes to get to work. I didn't let myself think about it, i jumped out of the taxi, throwing some bills at the driver as i began to jog at an alarming speed.
    I would love to say i was out of shape but that would be a lie. I run everyday, ever since i got married to him. You are probably wandering who he is, right? Calm down,  am getting to that. 'Tyler Harts',  even now his name sends a shiver down my spine. I hate that i still feel this way about him when he absolutely dragged me from his life. Its been five years, since we got divorced and am still not over him. He had enough money to have his own country and rule over them,  that's how rich and powerful he was. He had piercing blue eyes, eyes that speak volumes without his voice.
       He loved to run in the mornings,  and according to his words,  he doesn't like leaving me alone in the big house. So he took me with him anytime he leaves. At first i complained and whined, but i got over it as i had no other choice.
       You are probably wondering who i was, sorry,  i was been rude and all,  didn't mean to, rambling is an habit i picked up when am talking about him. He pointed it out actually,  i never knew i was such a mess with him.  My name is Julie Anderson, yes, its originally  Juliet. But i don't like it when people call me Juliet. It brings back my parents memory. The weren't bad parents. They were the best parent in the world,  but death snatched them away from me.    For a while after their death,  i couldn't function well,  i was so distraught that i stopped living.
      But thank God for my best friend Antonia,  she pulled me back up,  she was my rock until he barged into my life. I remember when i met him. I was taking a walk,  my mind miles away not looking at where i was going when i bumped into what i thought was a wall. "Ouch" i yelped rubbing my nose. "Am sorry,  i wasn't looking" "are you hurt?".
    The voice caused butterflies to flutter in my belly. I was going to swoon any moment from now. I lifted my eyes slowing,  allowing my eyes to travel from his chest slowly to his face. Oh boy was he tall! I kept going,  and what i saw made me gasp! He was breathtaking! He was so beautiful it hurts to look at him. I was speechless,  i was a bubbly and talkative person. But for the first time ever,  i had nothing to say. The most beautiful man i have ever seen is standing in front of me with what looked like concern on his face. No doubt he thought i was a moron with the way i was staring at him wide eyed.
     I found myself looking into the most bluest eye i have ever seen. It was until he spoke again that i knew he asked me a question,  but knowing my brain is no where close to remember what he said, " eh?" I said dumbly " are you alright?" He repeated. I jerked when he touched me. His touch was warm and comforting and i found myself nodding to his question. But i didn't want to seem rude nor let him go yet, so i said the first thing that came to my mushy head " am fine,  but my nose hurts thou" he chuckled,  and it was the laugh and the dimple that popped in his cheeks  that confirmed it,  i was in love. No person could tell me otherwise. He raised his hand and touched my nose,  i sucked in a breathe when he did,  my breathing accelerated,  its a surprise i didn't have a heart attack there on the side walk. If he noticed the hitch in my breathing,  he didn't say,  he probably didn't notice.  " its not broken " he said "you'll live" "watch where you going next time". He said in a harsh tone.
I was livid! How dare he say that to me,  what happened to what he said when he  bumped into me. This guy is bipolar, with the way he was quick to change his attitude from caring to "jackass ness",  if there's anything like that. He was a jerk,  and all the warm feelings i had totally disappeared. I cant stand jerks.  "if u had concentrated on where u were going instead of your phone we would never have collided"  surprise registered in his eyes,  like he wasn't used to been talked at. " next time refrain from using your mobile, you will not always be lucky,  next time,  it might be a pole". " and please,  Mr jerk face,  don't ever speak to me in that manner again!" I said with distaste in my mouth even though i knew i would never see him again. I pushed past him and continued on my way. What a rude jackass,  "but a handsome one at that" my mind said " shut up  brain!". Great! Am talking back to my invisible brain! Just fantabulous! little did i know, that was the beginning.
    The honk of a car snapped me from my thoughts and i pushed the memories back, the only thing they do is make me sad. Looking up i saw my place of work in front of me. Jeremy's diner, Its a small place, but i love working here. Its capable of sitting a hundred people. It has a homey feeling to it,  that's what probably drew most people here,  and of course the food. The food here is amazing.  i work as a waitress here, i loved the simplicity of it, the rush and the ability to interact with new faces. Knowing that i cant keep standing in the rain, i pushed the door open and entered. "Julie!" Great!,  just freaking great. My boss is calling me,  how did he even know i was at work,  i just entered for Christ's sake! How did he even know this things!?. "Hi Jer!, good morning!, just gimme a sec to change out of my wet clothes " giving him what i assumed was my puppy dog eyes He narrowed his eyes at me "my office now!" Great! My boss is in a mood. He's probably going to fire me! Am in trouble.

Phew!!! First chapter done!
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