"Regret it?" he said as if she was crazy. "I don't regret it... or you... Don't you dare think that. I don't care if you're rude or bitchy or mean or nasty or just a regular fucking cunt. I don't care. I like you. I've liked you for a long time and maybe I should have told you before now, but... it doesn't matter. What matters is that you're my wife now and I plan to make the best of it for you, okay. I just need to know that I mean something to you."