He Discarded Me Like I Was Nothing Novels & Stories

I desperately yelled. My mother looked away and my father's face hardened more if that was even possible. "You had many chances Alice, but you disappoint your mother and me again and again. You are a disgrace to our family! You will be way better of with some other family." He spitted out. My own father and mother had just disowned me. I couldn't help but cry softly. I was indeed not good enough to meet up with their standers but I always had hoped that someday I would.

What the hell have I done, what the bloody hell have I done? I failed her… I fucking failed my best friend. I am not fit to be called a friend, or a sister. I am not fit to be around anyone, I guess that is why I was abandoned in an orphanage when I was still a baby, I must have been such a monstrous baby that nobody wanted to keep me, so I got dumped in the orphanage. Nobody wanted me, not even my own family. Now I found someone that loves me like a sister, now I’ve found someone that adores and love me like a sister, treating me like family, but I pushed away and I abandoned her at a time when she really needed someone to comfort her, I abandoned her when she really needed someone to talk

I could be free. Without hesitating, I discarded my phone, the sound of it clattering against the metal strangely satisfying. It felt like shedding a layer of skin, like finally ripping away the last thread tying me to my old life. No phone meant no tracking, no way for anyone to find me. I was ready to disappear.

“I kept telling her it was fine. That we’d figure it out. That Antonio would help.” The name tastes wrong now. “He didn’t,” I continue, my voice shaking. “He didn’t help. He divorced me instead. Just… erased me. Like I was nothing. Like I’d never mattered.” Images crash into me in fragments. Antonio standing across from me, perfectly composed. His voice calm, almost bored, as he told me to deal with it, to accept it and move on. Being called worthless. Disposable. A mistake. “I lost everything,” I say, my chest tightening again. “Every penny I had.

"Two years meant absolutely nothing the moment you decided they didn't.” "Before her, everything was normal. Then suddenly I was disposable.” “You knew what this was," I said, gesturing between us. “Of course I did. But what I didn't expect was to be discarded like I meant absolutely nothing,” she said. "You expected me to be happy about that?" I said nothing but a humorless chuckle escaped her. "Of course not. You never think about how things affect everyone else,” she said. "But Sebastian did." I didn't react.

"I was just present. I was present when I signed the approval for the Richards Deal under a name you weren't important enough to know. I was present when I bought the very ground this building stands on." I looked him dead in the eye, watching the arrogance in his expression crumble into terror as the realization hit him. "You were so afraid of being a shadow, Gabriel, that you forgot who provided the light. But don't worry—I’m done being your sun. Enjoy the darkness with the woman who loves your money, because by tomorrow morning, you won't have a cent of mine left to your name.” “You bitch!” Suddenly the world tilted as I fell off the floor.

I didn’t realize I was giving him everything while he gave me nothing back. Now here I was. Empty. Starving. Homeless. And his voice still echoed in my head: “You’re nothing without me.” I wanted to scream that he was wrong. But deep down… I wasn’t so sure anymore. I sat there in the dark, the only sound the dripping roof of the abandoned warehouse. My fingers traced the edges of the business card over and over until I thought I’d wear the print off it. Suddenly, the rattling of footsteps echoed near the broken door. My breath hitched. Two shadows stumbled in, laughter thick with alcohol.

No more apologies. No more begging for the love I'd never had. My corpse lay on their table, and still, he couldn't see me. I was just a replacement, a stand-in for the woman Mark had always loved. And now, like a prop no longer needed, I had been discarded. The only difference was that this time, the disposal was permanent.

My replacement? "I say get out! Have you forgotten what you did to me? You abandoned me like a piece of trash. You left me at that horrible place to perish and I starved for days. I suffered on the streets for weeks. I got into a fucking accident and I could have died. Life was unfair and cruel to me and I was only 8 years momma. I hate you so much." I coughed because I was shouting too much.

“Nobody tried to replace you. Our parents were heartbroken, they needed something to anchor them, and that thing became me.” I sighed, making sure I looked exhausted enough by the weight of the conversation, even though I couldn’t have cared less. “Yes… I know that now.” She set her cup down with a soft clink. “And when you came back, you still had no reason to be jealous, because they basically discarded me the moment they got you back.” For one heartbeat, warmth spread through my chest. They discarded her? Good. But outwardly, I shook my head. “I’m sorry. Truly. But I wasn’t responsible for how they behaved.”