Shameless Us Season 6 Novels & Stories

"Juliana, you're here." I nodded once, but said nothing as I strode straight to the main seat. Laura sat across from me, pale and evasive, like a frightened rabbit. Liam stood behind her, guarding her, his gaze full of undisguised resentment as it rested on me. The live stream began. Mr. White spoke first, reading a heartfelt apology to the camera, admitting his past misjudgment and pleading with me to forgive him. The comments section erupted. "Damn. I didn't know rich people could apologize. I've actually lived long enough to witness it."

He held my hand, promising, "I'll remember that forever, and I'll never make such a mistake again." He'd forgotten again a mere six months later. The scorching sunlight at noon burned my shoulders and back. In stark comparison, I felt as though my heart had been submerged in ice water, gradually cooling down until no warmth was left. I let out a derisive chuckle before returning to the stage. After turning to our friends and family waiting there, I announced calmly, "The marking ceremony is canceled." Later, I slowly tore the silver feathered wedding gown I'd worn 66 times into shreds, ripping up the remnants of dignity holding this relationship together.

Saturday crept in like a whispered apology. Sunlight spilled through the blinds, warm and soft, but Maya kept her face buried in the pillow. She didn’t want light. She didn’t want warmth. She wanted silence, stillness—nothingness. The sting of slush on her neck still lingered in her skin, even after three showers and a bottle of detergent. But worse than that was the soundless weight of shame. No words. No comfort. Just the echo of laughter in the hallways, and that damn photo that refused to disappear from her head.