Silence answered.
He searched the restaurant. The streets they had walked. The shops she liked. Every place that held a trace of her.
Nothing.
Days passed.
No message.
No goodbye.
Only absence.
He stopped eating properly. Stopped sleeping. Stopped working. His world shrank to one purpose: finding her and failing.
Then his mother came.
“She’s gone,” she said calmly.
“I know.”
“Stop looking.”
He looked up sharply. “No.”
“She left you.”
“She wouldn’t.”
“She did. She saw reality and made the right choice.”
Anger flashed in his eyes. “You don’t know her.”
“I know enough. Come home.”
“I’m not coming back.”
“Why?”
“Because I chose her.”
His mother’s voice softened. “And she did not choose you.”
That broke something in him.
The fear he had been fighting suddenly sounded like truth.
Eventually, exhausted and empty, Okafor returned home.
But he did not return as the same man.
He returned not because he wanted power, but because he had lost the only thing that had made life feel real.
The mansion welcomed him back with silence and polished floors.
His father said, “You came back.”
“Yes.”
“I assume you’ve come to your senses.”
Okafor answered, “I’ve come back.”
That was all.
Soon, his schedule resumed. Meetings. Investments. Formal dinners. Tailored suits. Public appearances.
The world welcomed him back as if nothing had happened.
But inside, everything had changed.
Food tasted empty. Sleep became difficult. Every room felt too large. Every luxury reminded him of what he had lost.
Princess Diana returned to his life quietly.
One evening, she sat across from him at dinner and said, “They set a date.”
