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.”
“For what?”
“The wedding.”
He stared at her.
“And you agreed?” she asked.
“Yes.”
Diana looked at him for a long moment.
“You don’t love me.”
“No.”
“I didn’t think so.”
Silence settled between them.
“Then why do this?”
Okafor leaned back.
“I’m tired.”
“Of what?”
“Fighting.”
