He Discarded Me Like I Was Nothing Novels & Stories

How can I admit that even my own father never wanted me. “Please let me go, Alpha. I would only bring you trouble and misfortune. Believe what the old woman had said.” For a minute, I felt his piercing gaze at me, and I did not dare to look at him. Then he stood up on his chair and walked away with his hands on his pocket. Leaving me on the table. Indeed, no one wanted me. I must be discarded. I should have been dead long ago. I was so stupid to endure it all in the end.

He turned away without waiting for a reply, leaving the room unceremoniously and leaving me standing frozen in place. I looked at Megan, who was staring at me with a broken look, while Ashley looked down. I fell back into the chair, my vision blurred by the tears I could no longer hold back. This world I had lived in for years now threw me out without warning. I was no one anymore—just a woman with a tarnished name, discarded by the world that once adored me.

Alisa All my life, I'd known my purpose. To serve the bratva men. I was a pawn. A usable, disposable thing, not a person, and now that he'd ripped my worth from me, I felt empty and useless. Discarded. "I told you," he repeated as he lowered to lie next to me, facing me but not touching.

another voice said, and my ears rang at the words. They were talking about me…and what did he mean by discard?

He was quiet for a long moment. "Because eighteen months ago I believed I had already lost everything that mattered," he said. "You. The marriage. Any version of fatherhood I had imagined. A child with a woman I barely knew, born out of a moment of professional proximity and her own manipulation, felt like one more proof that I was incapable of building anything real." He held her gaze. "It was easier to let it disappear than to face what it might mean." The kitchen held the weight of that confession. "And now?" Nora asked.

As his figure slowly disappeared from sight, I whispered under my breath, "Mate." I was sixteen when they told me I would never find a mate. Those words have haunted me ever since. You’re worthless. No mate will ever want you. If you do find one, he’ll reject you the moment he sees you. I remember the laughter, the looks of pity, the cruel remarks that seemed to cling to me like a shadow. I stopped hoping after that. I told myself love wasn’t meant for someone like me. The idea of having a mate, of feeling wanted, was something I buried deep. I gave up on it.

Reymond said simply, his eyes darting away from me "Not until I'm sure that you are perfectly safe and in good hands" "Is that another order from your boss?" I taunted him. Usually I was not like this but my present attitude was due to a number of reasons I could not finish naming Like the way I haf been discarded by the entire McMichael family as easily as the wind. It was like my feelings had meant nothing to any of them and I was no more than some disposable object. The memory had stung me just as painfully as it did when it initially happened. I did not know if I would ever be able to move ob from that.

“I take the blame. I was fucked up. But we need to forget about it.” I feel tears prick my eyes right on cue. I let them well up, let my voice crack just enough. “Forget? You’re just going to throw me away after what we shared? After everything?” He exhales hard through his nose. “It was a mistake. It didn’t mean anything.” The words hit like a slap across the face. I let my lip tremble. “A mistake? You used me. You took what you wanted and now you’re discarding me like trash. Like I’m nothing.”

“Don't you dare finish that statement.” “But it's true.” He didn't listen as he stepped closer. Instinctively, I took a step back. “I really do….” “No!” I hissed again, furiously blinking back the tears forming at the back of my eyes. “Did you forget so easily, how you discarded me like I was nothing? Oh, and what happened to the lady you wanted to make things official with?” “Pearl, don't go there ….’ “Oh I will.” I laughed, but it was bitter and hollow, and more of a scoff than anything else. “You threw me away because of her. You said you got bored of being with someone who was in love with you! You told me I meant nothing to you.”

I was nothing to her. I gripped the steering wheel tightly as I stared blankly ahead. The words replayed in my mind over and over again. “He’s like a little brother to me.” “Even if he was my mate, I don’t think I could do it.” “I’d rather stay single forever.” A tear slid down my cheek. My chest felt like it was caving in, the pain suffocating. I had spent years loving her, dreaming of a future where she was mine, and she had discarded that possibility so easily, so carelessly—like it was nothing. Like I was nothing.