For a moment, the entire world disappeared.
The hall blurred. The voices faded. The music vanished.
All he saw was her.
She looked thinner. Tired. But still Ada.
Their eyes met.
The tray trembled in her hands.
Shock crossed her face, then pain.
The officiant’s voice cut through the silence in Okafor’s mind.
“Do you, Okafor…”
But Okafor did not hear the rest.
Because suddenly the truth became clear.
This was wrong.
All of it.
He stepped back.
A murmur moved through the guests.
Diana turned to him. “Okafor?”
He did not answer.
He walked away from the altar.
Gasps filled the hall.
His father’s voice thundered. “Where are you going?”
Okafor did not stop.
Ada stood frozen as he reached her.
“Okafor,” she whispered, her voice breaking.
He looked at her like a man seeing daylight after years underground.
“I’ve been looking for you.”
Tears filled her eyes. “I left.”
“I know.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Because I never stopped choosing you.”
The room went silent.
“You shouldn’t have come,” she whispered.
“You shouldn’t have left.”
