"Nicola you bitch how dare you set me up!" Vanessa was as angry as a shrew, not at all soft like in the video.

She gritted her teeth and grabbed a fruit knife from the wardrobe and slashed it towards my face.

Shabby didn't stop her, but instead, she coaxed, "Vanessa, give her a piece of your mind!"

As the knife was about to fall, I remembered the two slashes Vanessa had made on my face, and the image came back to me like a nightmare.

I was in a trance, looking at the shiny tip of the knife, and hastily dodged to the side.

"Bitch, don't you dare duck!"...