The morning of Dev and Bernie’s wedding started with hope. Asha was arranging cupcakes, Gemma fretting over confetti baskets, and Bernie practicing her vows in front of the mirror with a wink. But beneath the surface, the Alahan household was about to be thrown into irreversible chaos. Because just before Dev could say “I do,” his son Audi was dragged away in handcuffs—accused of criminal involvement in a local fraud operation. And that was only the beginning.

It wasn’t just a ruined wedding. It was the collapse of a family.

Audi had been acting strangely for weeks. Secretive, withdrawn, moody. Bernie chalked it up to nerves. Dev believed it was stage fright over the best man speech. But what they didn’t know was that the police had been monitoring Audi for over a fortnight. A sting was already underway—and the day they chose to strike was the most important in Dev’s life.

Just moments before the ceremony, two plain-clothed officers approached Audi behind the corner shop. “Mr. Alahan—you’re under arrest for the unlawful handling of stolen property and suspected fraud.” He barely had time to react before he was cuffed and escorted into a police car. Across the street, Chzn dropped a tray of sausage rolls. Inside, Asha ran to Dev with the news. “It’s Audi… he’s been arrested.”

Dev, usually composed even in crisis, froze. And when he saw his son being taken away through a crowd of stunned neighbors, something inside him broke. “No, not today,” he whispered. “Not like this.”

Guests watched in silence as the bride stood stunned in her lace dress, the vicar awkwardly checking his watch. Bernie, in shock, whispered, “How do you come back from something like this?”

Asha tried calling the station. No details. Just that Audi was being held for questioning. Chzn tried to comfort her, but the damage was already done. Craig Tinker, overhearing gossip, mentioned a recent sting involving stolen electronics and credit card fraud. Was Audi connected?

The answer, it turned out, was yes.

Audi had been storing stolen electronics—laptops, phones, and tablets—in the shop’s storeroom. He claimed he was doing a favor. A one-night thing. But surveillance footage showed otherwise. The kicker? Text messages linking Audi directly to the scheme. One in particular read: “Drop off sorted. Dev won’t find out.”

At the station, Audi tried to explain. “I thought it was a warehouse clearance,” he insisted. “I didn’t know they were stolen.” But the police weren’t buying it. They had the footage. The payments. The burner phone texts.

Back on the cobbles, Dev was unraveling. Bernie tried to stay strong, but even she couldn’t hide her heartbreak. “He’s been under pressure,” she told Dev. “You’ve been riding him ever since uni didn’t work out.” Dev didn’t respond—because deep down, he knew she was right.

The wedding was called off. Bernie gave a speech at the reception venue, trying to salvage the event. “Might as well eat the buffet,” she joked bitterly. “Bride didn’t run off with the best man—he ran off to jail.” Guests laughed awkwardly. But no one felt like dancing.

Meanwhile, Dev drove to the police station. “I don’t care what he’s done,” he told the desk sergeant. “He’s still my son.”

And just when things seemed like they couldn’t get worse, they did.

Audi had been hiding another secret. A party, thrown while Dev was in India, had gone off the rails. LSD had been distributed. And Lauren—who wasn’t even supposed to be there—had taken a drink intended for someone else. She ended up hallucinating, fleeing the party, and collapsing in the factory. She was hospitalized. Audi never told anyone what really happened. And now he was dating her.

One night, drunk and guilt-ridden, Audi finally broke down. He ignored Lauren’s calls. Ignored Dev. Sat in the flat above the shop with a glass of whiskey and the weight of the world on his shoulders. When Dev and Bernie found him, he didn’t lie.

“I gave them the drinks,” he admitted. “Lauren wasn’t meant to take it. And I didn’t stop it. I didn’t tell anyone. I just… ran.”

Dev’s fury turned to devastation. Bernie sat down beside Audi. “Do you understand how dangerous that was?” she asked. “You could’ve killed someone.”

And then, Audi told them everything—about the electronics, the gang, the lies. The promise of fast cash. How he thought he could prove himself. Dev listened, silent, his expression unreadable.

At last, he said, “You’ve humiliated me. Ruined our family’s name. But what hurts more is that you thought you had to do this. That you couldn’t come to me.” He walked away, unable to look at his son.

The fallout was swift. The Gazette ran a front-page story: Wedding Day Ruined by Son’s Arrest. Local gossip exploded. Even Tracy couldn’t help but jab: “Father of the groom… or the felon?”

Asha, reeling from betrayal, confided in Nina. “I thought he was just nervous. I should’ve said something. I should’ve known.”

Back at Number Seven, Bernie sat alone. Her dress over the armchair, confetti untouched. She poured herself a drink and stared at her reflection. “One proper wedding,” she whispered. “And I get handcuffs and headlines.”

Dev, too, was lost. The decorations in his car felt mocking now. A text from Bernie pinged: “I’ll give you space. But I’m not walking away. We fight for family.”

He didn’t reply—not yet.

Because this wasn’t just a scandal. This was a fracture that could reshape the Alahan family forever.

Can Audi earn forgiveness? Will Bernie and Dev find their way back to the altar? Or has one secret too many destroyed everything they’ve built?

The cobbles have seen heartache—but this time, Weatherfield might never be the same.