After I Stopped Loving Him (Isabella and Ethan) novel Chapter 711

“We’ve known about you for ages, but we never had the courage to reach out. I listen to your audiobooks every day. Honestly, you’re amazing. It’s like with just your hands, you bring every kind of person to life.”

“You make every character shine, not just the main ones. Even the side characters feel so real. It’s like everyone in your stories has their own journey, their own life.”

Laura stared at Janetta in shock. She had no idea Janetta was a reader. All those compliments made Laura’s cheeks burn.

“Janetta, you’re giving me too much credit. I just love spinning stories. Back when I started, I’d send my stuff to publishers, but I was too young then. My writing was pretty raw, so I never heard anything back.”

“But I couldn’t stop writing. Later, my cousin told me to try posting online. She said she read web novels in her free time, and that’s when I realized there was a whole world out there.”

“So I picked a random site, signed a contract, and started uploading my work. I didn’t even know you could make money from it. I was just happy people were reading and leaving comments. That encouragement meant everything.”

“For the first two years, I made nothing. Not a single cent. I didn’t get how the whole web novel thing worked. I just kept writing, not paying attention to anything else. It took a while, but after I learned the ropes, I finally started earning a little.”

“My stories come from life. Real life is sometimes even crazier than fiction. Main characters, side characters… they’re all people. They deserve their own stories, so I give everyone a little spotlight.”

Janetta grinned. “That’s exactly what I love about your books. You capture everything, all the ups and downs of life.”

“And your determination? It’s inspiring. I really admire how you never gave up. Jesse is a bit like you that way.”

“Laura, did you know Jesse is a total neat freak?”

Janetta suddenly changed the topic. Laura blinked in surprise.

She remembered last night. She’d gotten drunk, and Jesse told her she’d thrown up everywhere the moment she got home. He helped her to bed, and she ended up throwing up on him too.

But when she woke up this morning, the whole place was spotless.

She didn’t have a maid. It was just her in the apartment. Jesse had stayed to look after her.

There was no one else who could have cleaned up her mess.

Making someone with his phobia do that… it must have been absolute torture.