Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 42: I’ll be making a public appearance.

"How do you think Matthew will feel when he hears about this?" Gabe asked, raising an eyebrow sharply, his voice laced with mock disbelief. A scoff tore from his throat as he folded his arms. "This is the same man who left the company so he could focus on his pregnancy. The same man who moved out to live alone while carrying your child, without even getting a marriage certification and all because he loved you. He believed you loved him too. But now you’re standing here, telling me you don’t love him and only want the baby out of him?"

Sabe’s face twisted, jaw tightening as anger flared in his eyes.

"Did you ever ask me what I’m going through, Gabe?" he yelled, voice vibrating around the room. "Do you even know the reason I had to keep Matthew close? I’m doing everything because of you, but you don’t see that. You’re being ungrateful!"

"Doing everything because of me, my foot," Gabe muttered, rolling his eyes with pure disdain. "Save your theatrics. Anyways, I’m only here until you recover. Let’s not talk any further. I don’t have the strength for your delusions today."

Sabe let out a breathless scoff and leaned forward, eyes narrowing with venom.

"Are you serious right now? Do you honestly think you can survive without me? The moment I freeze your account, you’ll be broke...nothing but a beggar. Is that what you want?" He clicked his tongue mockingly. "I told you already. I’ll discard Matthew once he gives birth. The baby will be registered under your name. He threatened to ruin my company, Gabe! Said he would lie and claim I forced myself on him and refused responsibility."

Gabe’s eyes widened slightly, but he kept quiet, watching Sabe rant.

"Yes, I refused the baby at first," Sabe continued, pacing now, hands clenched at his sides. "But after I thought about it, I decided to accept responsibility. Can you believe that Matthew recorded me saying I wanted nothing to do with the child? That he should just abort it?" He scoffed bitterly. "I had to take him back, take care of him... and to prove I cared for him, I had to pretend to hate you. I had to show everyone that my loyalty was with him."

He stopped pacing and pointed at Gabe, expression dark.

"I did all of that because of you. Because I was trying to protect you in the only way I could."

Story for the gods, Gabe thought, an incredulous laugh spilling from his lips.

"Oh, please," Gabe said loudly, shaking his head. "Now you’re trying to twist your words. Trying to make it look like you did all this for my sake. Trying to paint yourself as the victim, the good guy. That manipulation tactic might have worked before, but not now. Not on me."

He straightened his posture in his wheelchair, lifting his chin proudly.

"I would rather become a beggar, Sabe....a beggar sleeping on the street than spend my entire life with you, you sick, entitled bastard. So go ahead. Freeze my account. I don’t care."

He turned his wheelchair to leave, pushing himself away, but before he could get far, Sabe’s hand slammed onto the handles, stopping him abruptly.

"Are you for real right now?" Sabe growled. His voice dropped into a low, threatening rumble. "Tell me....oh right, your precious therapist saved you earlier in the hospital. Are you going to run to him again? You think he’ll save you this time?"

Gabe froze.

Sabe leaned in, a cruel smirk pulling at his lips.

"I don’t think he can even save himself from what’s coming his way. So get your mind off him."

Gabe’s heart tightened, anger flaming in his eyes.

"What are you planning to do to him, Sabe?" he asked, voice sharp and trembling with fury.

"You’ll hear the news soon enough," Sabe replied casually, brushing invisible dust from his hospital gown as he straightened up. "Instead of worrying about him, focus on yourself. No one and I mean no one can take you away from me. You belong to me, Gabe."

With that final declaration, he turned and walked out of the living room, leaving a heavy, oppressive silence behind.

The moment Sabe exited, Gabe exhaled shakily and pulled out his phone with trembling fingers. Fear and determination warred inside him as he dialed a number he had memorized long ago.

The call clicked, and a warm feminine voice answered almost instantly.

"Good morning, boss," she greeted. "I heard you visited the hospital today. We couldn’t get close because your husband’s men were everywhere."

"I told you not to call me ’boss’ anymore, Risa," Gabe replied, rubbing his forehead while his voice dropped to a weary sigh. "And yes, I came over. My husband was brought to the hospital."

"All right, Gabe. I’m just trying to be respectful," Risa said with a light chuckle over the phone, though the laughter held a hint of nervousness. "Even though we’ve been friends since high school, you’re still my boss. I’m only holding this position because you’re married and had to step back from the company. So, yeah... I can’t help calling you boss sometimes."

Her voice softened as she continued, "Anyway, how’s your husband doing now? I mean... he was kidnapped and beaten, and he should still be in the hospital, but you ordered for him to be discharged after barely two hours."

Gabe sucked in a breath and rubbed at his forehead. "Let’s not talk about that," he muttered. Then, voice steady and cutting, he said, "I’ll be divorcing my husband soon."

The statement dropped like a grenade.

Silence.

A suffocating, deafening silence that stretched so long Gabe checked if the call had disconnected.

"Hello? Risa?" Gabe called again, brows knitting. "Risa, are you there? Hello? Risa...."

"I....I’m here, Gabe," Risa finally stammered, her voice shaky as if she had just snapped out of a trance. "Sorry. I... I just... What were you saying?"

"Where the hell did you go just now?" Gabe demanded, confusion and irritation in his tone. "Is something going on over there? You went completely silent."

"I’m sorry," Risa breathed, exhaling as though she had been holding her breath the entire time. "Your words just... hit me. I wasn’t expecting that. I’m sorry for the long pause. But... did you just say you’re breaking up with your husband? Why would you do that, Gabe?"

"Because I want to," Gabe replied firmly. His voice dropped to a heavy sigh. "I’m done, Risa. I want my life back. I want to return to the company....it’s been too long. The situation with Sabe is over for me, and once the divorce is finalized, I’ll be reclaiming my position. And this time," he paused, inhaling deeply, "this time I’ll be making a public appearance."

Risa gasped, loudly and sharply.

"A public figure?! Gabe, do you hear yourself?! This is dangerous! Really dangerous!" she cried, voice so loud Gabe had to pull the phone slightly away from his ear.

"I know," Gabe answered calmly. "I know it’s dangerous. But I’m tired of hiding like a coward. I’m tired of living in fear. If I have to face the world, then I will. However," he added, "I won’t rush into the public appearance. I still need time to re-adjust to office work. Which is why..." His voice became firm. "I need you to start preparing to vacate the owner position you’ve been holding for me."

"B...bu..."

Risa tried to respond but the words stuck in her throat.

"You’ll definitely get the position after me, Risa," Gabe continued softly but with conviction. "I’m grateful....truly grateful for everything you’ve done. You kept the company alive, stable, and even thriving in my absence. You carried my responsibilities without complaint. And once I’m done divorcing that motherfucker Sabe," he sneered, "I’ll return to my rightful position. We’ll also be cancelling every contract we ever had with him. I’ll strip him of every benefit tied to us. I’ll return him to the nothing he truly is."

Silence weighed heavily over the phone again this time because Risa was overwhelmed. Her breath trembled faintly through the speaker.

"Risa," Gabe called gently. "There’s one more thing I need you to do for me."

"I’m here," she replied quietly, regaining control of her voice. "What do you need?"

"Sabe is planning to hurt a therapist of mine," Gabe said, voice dropping into something cold and serious. "Yes, Alex said he knows martial arts, but that isn’t enough. I need you to send men to keep watch over him twenty-four-seven. I’m certain Sabe already made a move to ’teach him a lesson.’"

Risa inhaled sharply. "Oh my goodness..."

"Make sure those men don’t lay a single finger on Alex," Gabe emphasized, every word heavy with meaning. "He is to be protected, not monitored. I’ll send you his pictures and details immediately."

Without waiting for her reply, Gabe ended the call.