Kate Beckinsale, a dazzling 51-year-old actress with more sass than an entire Real Housewives reunion, is locked in a bonkers battle with Nick Abramovic, who calls himself a βtrauma healerβ but is starting to sound like someone who couldnβt heal a paper cut.
The fight? Well, Nickβs whining about a $3,000 bill he claims Kate never paid, while Kate’s like, βOh, by the way, you sexually assaulted me!β Casual, right?
Letβs rewind. It all started in August (because nothing good ever happens in August). Kateβs assistant reached out to Mr. Healer Dude, booking three mysterious sessions that were priced at $2,700. And for what? Oh, just βintenseβ massages that sound about as relaxing as trying to untangle Christmas lights while being chased by bees. The whole ordeal was described as “emotional,” and based on how things are going, Iβd say emotions are at a level only rivaled by a toddler at nap time.
Now, letβs be clear: no oneβs getting naked in these sessionsβat least according to Nick, who reassures us thereβs no oils, no rubbing, and absolutely zero nudity. (Phew! Thank goodness we dodged that disaster!) Instead, itβs all βstretch therapy, sound therapy, and breath work,β which sounds like the kind of stuff people say to sound fancy when theyβre just winging it.
So, August 2 rolls around, and Kate struts into the Bionic Method (yeah, thatβs what this guy calls his operation), decked out in yoga pants and a gym shirt, ready to get her healing on. Nick, being the tech-savvy wizard he is, offers to leave a camera on during the session. I mean, who doesnβt want a video souvenir of their massage therapy? But Kate, being the clever fox she is, declines. Red flag number one? You be the judge.
According to Nick, after the session, Kate was so pleased, she basically called him the wizarding worldβs next Harry Potter, promising to promote him on Instagram. (Who needs Hogwarts when youβve got social media, am I right?) She even suggested throwing a party at her house with her glamorous pals. But Nick, poor Nick, didnβt realize that this very famous actress might expect a little discount or, I donβt know, some VIP treatment. The horror!
Fast forward to session two, and everything spirals faster than a toilet flush. Kate, after apparently enjoying round two of whatever it is Nick does, claims that he assaulted her during the session. Yep, you read that right. Itβs like if a spa day turned into a courtroom drama, complete with accusations, lawyers, and an LAPD investigation.
Nick, bless his heart, denies it all. Heβs out here saying, βHey, I didnβt touch her inappropriately! Iβve been doing this for five years, and no oneβs ever complained!β (Cue the βIβve treated hundreds of womenβ defense like itβs a Yelp review.)
Meanwhile, Kateβs lawyer, the ever-charming Marty Singer, is firing off legal letters faster than you can say βlawsuit.β And Nick? Well, Nick is still waiting for his $3,000. Spoiler alert: he’s probably not getting it.
But wait! Thereβs more. Because whatβs a drama without some text messages? Apparently, Kateβs assistant sent a text saying she enjoyed the sessions, but then didnβt show up for the final one because, well, she had to rush to the hospital. (Was it the sound therapy? Who can say?) Nick, ever the gentleman, offered to make a house call, which totally doesnβt sound creepy at all. And somewhere in there, he asked her to wear βloose-fitting pants.β Nothing screams professionalism like wardrobe advice!
And then thereβs the non-disclosure agreement, because of course there is. Nick signed it, Kate didnβt (allegedly), and then she ghosted him harder than a bad Tinder date. But donβt worry. According to Nick, he eventually got a signed copy…just no payment. Ouch.
So, here we are. Nick says heβs not trying to defame Kate. Kateβs lawyer is like, βOh, please. Whoβs defaming who?β And the LAPD is somewhere in the background just waiting for their moment to shine in this circus of miscommunication.
So, whatβs next? Who knows? All we can do is grab some popcorn, sit back, and enjoy the wild ride that is Hollywood drama, where trauma healing sessions turn into full-blown legal smackdowns, and no one ever seems to walk away with a peaceful, zen-like feeling.