He Discarded Me Like I Was Nothing Novels & Stories

All my life, I have been good and I have never wronged anyone. Why? Why am I discarded like I am worth nothing?

He ditched me like I'm nothing to him. And do you know the most painful part? He didn't come after me.

I left Kieran and his dad before they realised I was listening to their conversation, and I went back to my room. I was only being used. I wasn't anything special and I didn't need to feel special because none of it would last. I'd be discarded like a piece of paper once I'd fulfilled my purpose. A purpose I didn't even know yet.

It was as if they were waiting for me to come all along. I do wonder why nothing is working out for me. I'm just getting Rejected by everything including people who don't like me. Is this really how people see destitute people like me? They see us as a piece of trash who they need to get rid of. But it's really sad. Will I be able to cope with everything that just begun?

He leaned forward, which made me step back. “You’re going to play Catalina De Rossi until I get what I want and when I’m done with you… I’ll discard you like the counterfeit you are.” He replied in a soothing-dangerous tone that made me feel queasy inside and from the way he sounded and how he stared at me, I knew he was DEAD serious. The word “discard you” echoed in my ear. For people like him, “discard” was another way of saying “kill”. I will never let that happen, NEVER!

"She’s an outcast." The words came in waves, and I couldn’t block them out. My heart ached in ways I couldn’t describe, each passing moment a deeper cut. I wanted to scream again, to fight back, but the lump in my throat made it impossible. I was drowning in their rejection, their disgust. In that moment, I felt as if I had been cast aside, discarded by everything I had ever known. And no one seemed to care. ~~~~

was using me for ten whole years, bleeding me dry of every last drop of my value, and then discarding me like trash. A love like that, I'm infinitely better off without.

The man I trusted, my so-called best friend, my own family, every corner of my life is poisoned by lies. I whispered to the empty room, barely audible, “I have nothing. Absolutely nothing… and for what?” My lungs burned as I screamed silently to the universe, but there was no one to hear. Every memory, every smile, every promise of love shattered. My home, my sanctuary, even my own name, now weaponized against me. And as the night stretched, cold and merciless around me, I realized the truth. I had nothing. I just wanted to forget about everything…. I looked up and my gaze met a bar I had always called unclassy and empty.

“Where were you when I was drowning, Jace? Oh, I remember—you were too busy frolicking with Vanya, weren’t you? Too busy standing beside her while your family erased me like I never existed.” His entire body stiffened, his face a mask of guilt and pain, but I didn’t care. “Anna—” he started again, but I wasn’t done. “Do you know what it felt like?” My voice was shaking, but I pushed through. “To be discarded like I was nothing? To be forced to walk away with nothing but my dignity? To know that the man I gave everything to stood by and let it happen?” Jace took a step closer, his hand reaching for mine, but I jerked away as if his touch would burn me. I wasn’t going to let him soften me. Not

The room, once a stage for a clash of emotions, now became a chamber of broken dreams and shattered illusions, my steps echoing the fragmented pieces of my heart. "Do I really mean nothing to you?" The question hung in the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken pain. I could feel the words catch in my throat, a bitter truth that I was reluctant to confront head-on. "Anyways, I should have known that all I am good for is nothing. Nothing at all." The words tumbled out, tinged with a self-deprecating resignation that cast a dark shadow over my fragile heart.