A/N: January 3: You can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs. But this last endeavor had a high cost indeed. In the aftermath, someone asks the question: was it worth it? (300 words)
"Was it worth it?"
Julia's voice cut through the tense air between them and Sean had to restrain from wincing at her tone.
"Julia, I'm sorry," He apologized to her, but she held up her hand.
"That's not what I asked, Sean. Was it worth it? Was she worth it?" Julia snapped at him.
Their marriage had been hanging on by a thread and honestly this was a long time coming between the two of them. Neither one were happy, but they'd been clinging to their marriage as if it weren't the casualty of some sunk cost fallacy. How many times did they have to do this? How many times did they have to rip each other apart before enough was enough? How many new ways could they find to hurt one another before the resentments and regrets piled too high and one of them broke?
"This isn't all on me, Julia," Sean told her as his own frustrations bubbled to the surface. "You've been freezing me out for years! What was I supposed to do? I'm not the only one that's been unfaithful!"
"You cannot throw that back in my face. Not after everything. Not after you practically begged me to stay with you and work on us. My infidelity was eighteen years ago-"
"So that makes it okay?" Sean asked her. "You slept with my best friend and kept it from me! You had me raise our son thinking he was mine when he wasn't! So let me ask you something, Julia. If you're so unhappy with me, then was it worth it? Was any of it worth it?"