Blythe's POV:
Ever since Dylan learned that Drake and I had slept together, he has completely lost control.
He camped outside my home like a raided man, refusing to leave.
When I wouldn't even open the door for him, he flooded my phone with nonstop messages.
Dylan: Baby, I was wrong. Please, just text me back.
Dylan: I don't want anything else. I just want you to come back.
Dylan: You can yell at me, hit me—anything. Just don't ignore me.
I deleted every message one by one without replying, and I didn't answer a single call, but Dylan refused to give up.
He went to Demetrio and made a complete scene—crying, shouting, even threatening to end his own life.
In the end, the chaos wore the old man down. A month and a half later, he summoned Drake and me back to
