Ten Pineapples

Summary

Watching Rupert finish his tenth pineapple, I coldly presented the divorce papers. “Rupert, we’re getting a divorce.”

Rupert paused, his hand still reaching for a napkin to wipe his fingers. “Darling, what’s this about now?”

“You’ve eaten ten pineapples in three days,” I stated.

Rupert chuckled, reaching out to stroke my hair as he always did. “These past few days, the pineapples haven’t been that good, so I didn’t save you any. How about this, to make amends with my princess, I’ll take you shopping for a designer bag tomorrow? What do you say?”