He Discarded Me Like I Was Nothing Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

She avoided my eyes. Every piece of hope I once had didn't take too long to disappear. They evaporated into thin air and I felt my heart snap into two, before crumbling into dust. That was all I needed to hear. I'd actually heard enough from the beginning, but this was all I needed to finally believe that I never meant anything to Sabrina. I was nothing but trash, and trash didn't belong in the mansion or anywhere nice. They belonged in the dumpster, where they would be scorned for simply just existing.

I wept for the life that would never get to see the light, for the little girl or boy I would never get to hold, all because I had been stupid enough to trust a monster. "Damn you, Liam!" I shrieked into the empty air, my voice cracking and turning raw as I cursed the man I used to love. "I hope you burn in hell for this! I hope your pack rots to the ground! You killed your own blood! You let them kick our baby into the dirt! I hate you! I hate you so much!" Kael, the broadest of the triplets, slammed his fist into the wall at the back of the room.

But then I thought about the pregnancy test hidden in my purse, about the child growing inside me that its father would never know existed, about the family I'd have to build alone. "Then he should have thought of that before he destroyed us," I said without turning around. The rain hit me like a baptism as I stepped out into the storm, washing away the last traces of the woman I used to be. The woman who'd believed in love and loyalty and happy endings. That woman was gone. In her place stood someone harder, someone angrier, someone with nothing left to lose. And as I walked toward the SUV that would take me to my new life, I felt something I hadn't experienced since the moment Nathaniel ha

Now she makes me feel like I stood for nothing. Now I’m outside. Thrown out like trash. I will never come this way again. I block her number and then delete it.

“You're nothing but a disgrace.” I collapsed to the floor, beaten, broken, and sobbing. When they were finally down, they stood over me, their faces twisted in anger and disappointment. “You're no longer our problem,” father sneered. “You're on your own now.” With that, they disowned me, leaving me in a heap on the cold floor. I had no one now. Nowhere to turn.

Everyone’s rejected me. My father. My mother. And Cara? They took her. Maybe Cara would have rejected me, too. Maybe she would have seen what I really am; a rejected nobody, and turned her back on me, too. I’m nothing. I’m just a broken thing. A discarded thing, thrown away because I’m not worth keeping. And there’s nothing I can do to change it.

My heart was saying something else, trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, but my head kept screaming at me how I had just been used. Jackson used me! He f*cked me, satisfied his craving and discarded me like trash. He f*cking used me!

It hadn’t taken Jackson long to replace me, to cast me aside like I was nothing. “I can’t believe this,” I whispered “How could he do this to me?”

She made me feel alive again, young, wanted, powerful. And she thought she could just *discard* me? Never. I took another shot, the glass clinking hard against the bar, my vision blurred, I sniffled, pathetic, like a damn teenager—and signaled for another.