My High School Bully Asked My Bank for a $50,000 Loan—I Approved It… But My One Condition Made Him Gasp

He gave a small, defeated laugh.

“No one wants to take the risk.”

His eyes lifted toward mine.

“I know what I did to you back then,” he added, his voice softer now. “I was cruel. I was stupid.”

He swallowed hard.

“But please… don’t punish her for that.”

The room fell silent.

On my desk sat two stamps.

One red.

One green.

REJECTED.

APPROVED.

My fingers rested on the handle of the red stamp.

For a moment, the sixteen-year-old version of me whispered inside my head.

He deserves it.

Let him feel helpless for once.

But then another image appeared in my mind.

An eight-year-old girl in a hospital bed.

A child who had never glued anyone’s hair to a desk.

I picked up the green stamp.

Signed the contract.

And pressed the stamp down firmly.

APPROVED.

Mark blinked.

He stared at the document as if unsure what he was seeing.