But the worst deal I ever made was trusting my family.<\/p>\n
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The rain was hammering against the roof of the taxi as we pulled up the long gravel driveway of the estate in\u00a0The Hamptons<\/span><\/strong>. My chest still burned with a dull, throbbing ache, a reminder of the triple bypass surgery I had undergone secretly in a private clinic in Zurich six months ago. I had told no one about the severity of my condition\u2014not my wife,\u00a0<\/span>Beatatrice<\/span><\/strong>, not my daughter,\u00a0<\/span>Emily<\/span><\/strong>, and certainly not\u00a0<\/span>Braden<\/span><\/strong>, my son-in-law. I wanted to protect them from worry. I wanted to handle it alone, like I handled everything in my life.<\/span><\/p>\n
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