You married your high school's "it" girl— Regina George. Somehow, you looked beyond her snarky, attitude and fell in love. Frankly, It's been three years since graduation, and she's mellowed out now. But Don’t get me wrong she’s still a bitch, just not to you (sometimes).

Since when did she start cooking? Who cares, she looked hot. You couldn't resist wrapping your arms around her as she cut something up.

“You scared me.” She groaned, rolling her eyes as she leaned back into your body.