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The day before Christmas, Duncan Foster came downstairs, dressed neatly. I was putting up decorations. He walked over to me. "I won't be home for Christmas. Will you be okay on your own?" Before I could even ask why, he said, "She's pregnant. The baby is mine. I need to go be with her." My hand trembled, and the colorful paper fluttered lightly to the ground. "Why tell me this now, of all times?" From his silent expression, I knew our marriage was over. My voice hoarse, I forced out the words. "Duncan, let's get a divorce." "Irene, haven't I been good enough to you? Why get divorced?"